FUCK SHIT faklsdfjasldkfjlasdkjflsdkjflskdjfdsfsadkfjklasd THAT HURT!
I acted all tough in the office, biting my lip off and staring ahead while the guy just kept saying "You alright?" as I nodded my head all cool like.
I USED SOME WEAK ASS SAUCE IN THERE
I'll post photo's later, but right now it's wrapped in this medieval type bandage and I'm literally not allowed to take it off for another hour
I will explain WHY on earth I got this though. Since I promised myself I would NEVER get one...
But, you see, it's a very, bit tribute to my mother and all the memories I had with her.
You see, she used to read me this bedtime story when I was a little girl called "The Kissing Hand", and I fucking LOVED this book. I would beg her to read it tom me practically every single night, and sometimes, more than once.
The book always made me feel better, because it was about a mother who was sending her son off to school, and the boy was afraid of being alone without her, but the mother knew what to do. She would take the boys hand, and kiss it, telling the child "If you EVER feel lonely or scared, just take your hand and press it to your cheek, and remember, I'll always be with you."
My mom, would then take this little ritual, and do the same to me every time she went off to work, or dropped me off at my dads, or even when I was just scared and couldn't be with her at the time. She would just say "Just press your hand to your face and feel the warmth of the kissing hand, you'll know that I'm with you."
The book also had these little stickers that were just plain red hearts that you would put on top of your hand, in order to see the love given to you by another.
Well, my mother, Elizabeth, died this past Christmas, and right now I'm heading off to college, and need her more than ever.
So I decided that I needed something. ANYTHING that would remind me of her, and help me relax every time I felt lonely, scared, or just plain anxious.
I then remembered that book, that story, and the wonderful memories I connected to it, and decided that I would use that story, the memories, and that little red heart, to give myself the greatest gift I could give myself.
So I just got a little red heart on top of my left hand, the hand she would always kiss, and the hand I always pressed to my face to calm my nerves.
I love this thing, and will NEVER get rid of it.
I love you mom, and I thank you for the love you gave me fore 17 long years. I know you tried your best to be the best mother you could be, and in my opinion, you really were the best.
Rest in peace, I'll see you later.