Well, when I got my neck piece I thought "ah, this isn't so bad" and about as soon as it healed I was itching for another. I didn't get a chance to until about a year later when I got my tramp stamp. The pain was overwhelming - 2 hours under the needle after waiting all day, no food, no drink (big mistake) - that was the closest I've ever come to fainting. I was swimming on waves of it - sometimes it made the world crystal clear and sometimes I guess I was swinging closer to fainting instead. When it was over, I felt like someone had worn Doc Martens and kicked me in the back repeatedly. I was in bed for two days. Swore I'd never do it again.
And here I am, nearly two years later, itching for another. Definitely addictive. Despite memory of that pain, despite not being sure what I want to get...I still want to get another. I might ease it by getting mine touched up.
And here I am, nearly two years later, itching for another. Definitely addictive. Despite memory of that pain, despite not being sure what I want to get...I still want to get another. I might ease it by getting mine touched up.
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