Today is the day I get my 2nd piercing, and I'm petrified, I'm getting a clavicle piercing.
I can't help it. I'm physically frightened, thinking about it, and I can't not think about it, b/c I have trypanophobia. I have a needle phobia. Eee...The piercing gun needle...Eeee... -she squeels, frightenly- I'm so excited! :D
Don't forget on top of all that, I'm supposed to be calm and not give the artist a bloody nose again. Long story...I can't wait to get it, I'm so excited...today.
I'm scared. I'm just scared. I'm just petrifyingly excited...but in the end I'm going to think in my happy place...Also think of the pumpkin king... -she smiles, trying to calm down-
You better hope I don't punch the artist again, I'm going to have to be held down, b/c I'm going to be a freak show...
Just the intensity inside me right now, is EEEEEE! -wiggles her fingers, shuddering with a smile-
Yay.
I cannot stand needles. I can’t really see them on TV nor in eye sight near me without panicking then so and so crying. More than anything else, it is the concept of something penetrating me the way a needle does that makes me...I can't describe the words...
So I'm so petrifyingly excited to get my piercing.
Could we kill with our most important gift: our feelings?
How far would any of us go?
For love, for hate, for nothingness?
COMMENTS
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Maell
04:26 Aug 17 2009
You are so cute. :)