sometimes quiet is violent

Hi everyone! I'm currently stuck in the most horrible limbo of all, and that is the limbo of having no job, no place to study, and nothing to do! My flight to Scotland is on the 4th of September, and so until then I have the entirety of August absolutely free. Most of this month has gone by already, thank goodness, but I still have about two weeks left. I don't mean that I'm somehow too eager to go because I don't like anyone here anymore, definitely not! I just hate being in that liminal place where I'm not really doing anything with a purpose and am mostly just wasting time at home. Something as exciting as moving to another country is really difficult to wait patiently for. Anyway, as some of you might know, I got a tattoo about three weeks ago. It was a gift from my dear friend, and I'm still absolutely in love with it. As many people have already asked me about the meaning of it, I figured I might as well write a post about it since its not that easy of

When I said "okay" to getting a drivers license nearly 10 months ago I did so begrudgingly after being worn down by my father. I had heard so many reasons to get one I thought I guess I should, to get it over with. Driving was something I kind of wanted to know how to do but it still scared me. The next 7 months were the most nerve wracking of my life. The first three weeks of my dad teaching me to drive was me stalling the car and crying 'cause I was afraid and didn't know how to do it. We progressed and I was "good enough" to drive on the actual road with other cars. This was also done with tears in my eyes. The most horrible of all my experiences in the car was when my dad accidentally gave me directions to the wrong road and I ended up driving on the highway before I was ready. I have never been so angry, crying while trying to survive at 120km/h ON THE HIGHWAY. Terrifying. Slowly the tears stopped and I could drive without going into hysterics, ju