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A month ago I was looking forward to a trip to Frankfurt, albeit not for vacation, but still.
Before I had time to come to my senses, the sunset was already escоrting me home to Warsaw.
I had a great time at the tattoo convention (I came to help my friends) and didn't really walk around the city.
It was nice to be surrounded by tattooed people like me. I saw other artists and get inspired by cool works. But I could never love people. Every time I understand that it is more and more difficult for me to believe in goodness and justice. It's becoming more and more difficult for me to believe in miracles or magic.
I'm 100% introverted. I can't be around people. I always feel better alone. Perhaps not even because I want it, but because people often hu.rt me.
Over the years, I've learned to deal with it less emotionally, but every time it happens, I repeat to myself, “here we go, it happened again.”
Here at the convention, interacting with people, I clearly feel this again and again.
It's easier for me to be alone.
These are the thoughts for today. But overall I had a great time. Took some cool photos that you can see on my Insta, collected a bunch of stickers (I collect them) and got a lot of art inspiration.
Thanks Frankfurt.