Just found this song, it's pure and solid beauty. One of their other songs are the most listened song I have on my iTunes - I don't remember the exact number right now, but it's up around 2300 times, I think. I really like how soft the vocalist's voice is, and how soothing their music is.
My bridge piercing is no longer existing. One of the balls fell out without me noticing it, so I gave up on finding it. I haven't had just 1 single piercing alone in my face since I was... 15 or 16, I think. The most facial piercings I've had in my face at the same time was 7... 3 x labret, 1 bridge, 1 eyebrow piercing, and cheeks. I feel very naked now, hahaha! But maybe it was about time I took it out.
I've had about 21 different piercings (I'm not sure if I remember all of them, actually), and some of them have been re-pierced from time to time. I think it's close to 30 times now. Yes, I had a wild phase in my life, hahahah. (I've had angelbites, 3 x labret, navel, 4 dermals on my hips, 2 dermals the base of my neck, tongue, eyebrow, bridge, cheeks, sternum, one at the low end of my ear cartilage, septum, and 2 x lobe so I could stretch them.)
So right now, I only have 2 piercings left - septum and a tongue piercing. Oh, and stretched lobes, too... I'm not sure if I should stretch them more, though. I want them just a few mm's bigger, but I'm afraid of getting butterfly ears. -___-' Right now, they're 16 mm.
I've thought about getting a labret again... Emilia and I actually pierced me a few weeks back or so, but it went wrong and I took it out. :0
I might have to say goodbye to my silver hair for now - I really don't want to dye it another colour, but my roots won't take the colour and the bleach at all apparently. Usually when I've bleached it, the roots have always been more likely to turn more pale or white than the rest of my hair... But now, not at all. It just becomes dark yellow (lololol), and I've tried everything. Toner, silver shampoo, re-bleaching it - it just won't accept it. I haven't tried this before ever, but I guess I have to throw in the towel for now. :C But I don't really want another colour than this... Which is rare for me, almost always when I've dyed my hair a new colour, I get tired of it after a week or so.
I also started working on a new painting yesterday, because I actually had the energy to do it. So I'm throwing myself out in some mermaid-like picture. I've grown kind of crazed with a book from my childhood, it was one of my favorite books my mum read to me. "Silke - en forvandlingshistorie/havets sang" ("Silke - a transformation story/the song of the ocean") by Bent Haller. It's a children's book about a little girl with eczema, who is only painfree and happy when she's in water and feels like that's the only place she belongs, but her parents and the doctors don't understand it. Later, when her eczema disables her sight and living, she becomes a mermaid. Ha, I can't explain the book without making it sound lame and bad.... But it's an amazing story, actually!
My birthday came and passed. I spend most of the day being off and tired, laying in bed because of that. We ate some pancakes for lunch and then when my foster sister (I'm not sure this is the correct word - but it's a girl my mother took in about 6 years ago) and her boyfriend arrived, we ate some tortillas. I was just so tired I couldn't focus on conversations, and I wasn't really interested either, however mean that sounds, but I was just so tired that I went to my boyfriend's room and tried to get some sleep. I couldn't, and I pretty much just laid there for a long while until everybody left.
After some time spent considering and reflecting, I decided to call the residency's staff back home, because I couldn't really take things anymore and confessed things. When the pedagogue who was there when I called got off from work, she met up with me and went to the psychiatric emergency room with me. We couldn't find the place and wandered about the hospital area searching for it, and when we finally found it, there was 4 people in line waiting before us. A nurse told the room that it would take at least some hours before the next in line could talk with anyone, because they were all busy with very acute patients. So instead, we left.
It was kind of exhausting, because I had finally gathered the courage and told someone about it, and were willing to get help. But well, I can go another day, get some other help from somewhere else. I also told my fiancé about everything, and he got really sad and felt guilty about not having any clues at all about it. But he knows know, and that's a big relief for me. My mum knows nothing though, and I don't think I will tell her just yet. She is depressed right at the moment, and I don't want to burden her anymore than she is already.
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