Tattoo #13
Last night, with the upcoming trache change and all, I decided to go for my thirteenth tattoo. I’m really into Elliott Smith, I think his music is some of the truest, most honest music ever written. Astonishingly sad, but honest. I’d wanted an Elliott Smith tattoo for some time, I just needed a proper idea. The idea came to me after Pitseleh came up in my shuffle a few weeks ago…
The song is perfect, and it describes exactly how I feel about myself. I fucked things up with Sara, can’t change it, can’t go back. I just totally fucked up, and I wanted to note my mistake, wanted something to externalize it. So, here we are…
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So, in the morning I’m going for my monthly trache change, and I feel oddly indifferent. I’m not nervous right now, which could change, but for the moment I’m just indifferent. I feel really weird not talking to Sara, not before, or after, provided that there is an after. I mean, there usually is, but nothing’s particularly certain. It’s odd letting go of her, more odd than letting go of my voice, or the hot cocoa I used to sip so fondly. It’s odd wanting other things too.
I also got my thirteenth tattoo tonight, which I’ll write of tomorrow, unless something stupid happens.
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