Wow. So I scheduled an appointment to get tattooed by this guy from Santa Ana, which is like an hour drive from my house. When the day came, I started driving over with my sister but the car broke down. I had no other choice but to call someone up to give us a ride. The only thing was that my mother was the only person available. I really didn’t want to ditch this guy who was willing to take the time out of his day to tattoo me so I just rolled with it. Anyway when I finally met the tattoo artist and his doggies, I filled the form right up until I saw the part where I had to give my ID number to prove that I’m of age. I searched my backpack and pockets for my ID and driver’s license, but I accidentally left them both in my car. The car that broke down. So before I had a chance to explain what had happened, his friend jumps in and tries to school me on bringing identification to get tattooed. I wanted to cry, I’m so sensitive. They told me that I could give them a picture of it, but I didn’t have one on me and I had the keys to the car anyway. Nobody would be able to take one for me. Okay so I left and told him that I wanted to reschedule. He said it was fine and to just message him. Well when I got home, I sent him an email and apologized for eating his time. I really wanted to get something done by him and I felt like such an asshole for not being prepared. A week went by and I still hadn’t heard anything from him. Then two weeks. Then I noticed I was following one less person on Instagram. He blocked me. I was so hurt and I’m such a big baby. I’ve been completely turned off from getting tattoos since then. I’m so afraid of dealing with people.

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