This all started when I was around 17 or 18. I was always a fun and funny person to be around. Then some unfortunate things started happening in my life around me. One of the main ones being my parents divorce. This lead to drug use and obviously tattoos. Time passed and I realized this wasn't who I was. Long story short I'm just starting the removal process on both my forearms and hands. I really want to change my life, I even quit doing drugs. This has just been the most emotionally scarring experience of my life. There has just been countless awkward experiences with my closest friends and I don't even know who I am anymore. I guess the hardest part is knowing I have to look at them for years to come while I get them slowly removed....