Oh My God. God oh My. My oh God. God my oh. I have it. I did it. I'm so proud of myself I could buy myself a treat for it. But it was a treat, wasn't it? Ok, let me tell you what happened yesterday.
So, basically, tattoo artist told me she'll ring me up around 10 to tell me what time she is coming over. Yes, my tattoo artist came to my flat to do my tattoo. So I woke up around 7 am, ate my breakfast, had my shower, cleaned my room a little bit. I got a text from her around 11, saying she is doing someones tattoo right now and when she finishes, she will head to my place. That was the moment when I realised I don't want to be alone for this. Like, c'mon, what if it will hurt like hell and I'll have no support? I thought about texting my #squad, but since none of them really ever showed up after me asking, I didn't even bother. But I did know who would come if I asked. Thank God for my lith friend ;3 So, yeah, I did texted him and he came about half an hour later. It wasn't the support I was hoping for, to be honest, because when he came, he just fell asleep (he looks so sweetly innocent when he sleeps....). Either way, I was playing Civ 5 while waiting, so it didn't really bothered me. Around 12 pm I got a text from the artist that she will be with me within an hour. Oh, it was the longest hour ever! And then we had a problem of her finding me, so, you know, I had to stand outside with my short sleeved top and my slippers for around ten minutes. Worth it. The tattoo artist was really friendly and looked like she knows what she is doing. So we went to my room, I woke my friend up so he would at least mock me if I scream and then I sat on the ground. Yes, ground. Me and tattoo artist were sitting on the ground, I was watching her constructing the thingy we needed for a tattoo. Although what caught my eye was the draft. I loved it. I loved it so much, it was everything I ever ever wanted. Except it was bigger than I expected. Oh well, my thoughts about it is that the wings that goes on the sides of my wrist makes the 3D effect. Optimistic as hell, right? So, yeah. After she put the draft on my hand, right as I wanted it to be, I was told that it feels a little stingy. I was preparing for the worse, really. She grabbed my hand tightly, because I told her I might jump and then after asking me three times if I'm ready, she put the first line in. Now, everyone asked me if it hurt. Well, I was expecting a lot more pain than it actually was. Since I have a fear of needles, I didn't really looked at what she was doing. There were some parts I had to close my eyes and bite my tongue to not say a word "ouch" but mostly, I was smiling. I was filling one of my long dreams. And the tattoo means a lot. It was done in around 45 minutes and it didn't even cost that much. I got to keep the tattoo under a bag for a couple of hours, but it's not that it would have been that bad.
To be honest, the itching and burning and pain that I got all day was way worse than the process. It didn't hurt as much as the needles going into my skin, but since it's a pain that doesn't really stop, it becomes annoying. And my skin is so sensitive I can barely touch the clothes with it. And don't even start on my douves or blankets. I was sleeping with my hand on the night stand. But I'm still fucking hella proud of myself. Of course I'm still at the healing process, so I'm using Bepanthen for my skin, but Guys, I want another tattoo. And then another one. It was the best feeling ever. I think I'm becoming masochist, but that's not the case. Now all I need is to something really good to happen. You know, I need to have a feeling that it is right to mark this period of my life on my body.
Anyway, I need to run to the library to print my shitty work for assignment, so I don't have time to brag more, but be sured, I will.
Love you x
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