I was up early today. And decided to draw.

A while ago, read years and years ago, I wanted a tattoo. I don't have any tattoos. I still kind of want one. But I always, since I was 18, wanted one that I created myself. I first wanted a roman numeral IV. It has some significance, and I had a design for it I created. After a while though, it lost some of its meaning. And I didn't consider it anymore. Then I started drawing something else. Something totally my own creation.

I decided it didn't have to represent anything, but just had to be mine. It I ever had ink put onto my body (other than that ink spot tattoo Jenna gave me on my back years ago with a metal dart and a pen, that I believe went away after a few months) it would have to be something I drew myself. Not something picked out of a book or off a wall. For some reason, I'd never call myself an artist. But I do love to draw. This is what I picked out for myself. What I drew that I liked. There are lots of versions of this that I drew. But I just loved the sketch I made. So maybe someday.