i finally arrived from the airport and i'm hella happy to be home. being in mexico for 8 fucking days alone with no one to talk to made me realize a lot of shit about my life. one thing i can't get out of my head still. other than that i rather keep to myself. i wish i had taken a camera but i didnt. i love the panorama but people sure didn't love me. according to this lady from the main cathedral from guadalajara i am "satanic" due to my hair, clothing, piercings and thank god she didnt even see my tats. stupid mexican. how can i NOT laugh at it after my parents and i walked away? and they get mad? WALKING OUT OF THE AIRPORT passing 3 pigs (cops) #1: thats a really nice shirt to wear to an airport me: huh? #2: your shirt me: *confused looking at my shirt* ohhhh, it just says terror *pointed at my left teta* # 1,2&3: haha yeaaa me: HA dad: you should of said don't hate cuz i'm cute hella black ..... i need a fucking haircut and dye soon