Try(ing too) Hard

I dropped out of school with my boyfriend, Calum, a year and a half ago midway through year 10. He promised his band would go big and he'd take care of me. One of those came true the other was a distraction. I begged him not to do this to me and I reminded him of everything good that happened while we were together that could have only happened if we were together but it didn't seem to change his mind. I finally got up off my lazy butt 4 months after he ended it and got two jobs, one at a tattoo parlor where my brother works as an aprentice to him and the other as a helper to my friend who is an event planner. I've changed a lot since i've last seen him. I cut my brown hair to my shoulders and dyed it a deep purple (it looks black but oh well), i've gotten quite a few tattoos which was a given as well as piercings. I take out a lot of my piercings and get new ones all the time. I have a bunch of little scars from it but i don't care, the constant change keeps me aware that it happens and it leaves a mark when it does. My name is Qwin by the way. Since my mom is Irish she wanted an Irish name but since my dad tought he was a hotshot punk american at the time he changed the spelling.