You sit and you wait
you anticipate
jittery and nervous, stomach tying in knots
the needle makes contact
and like a flood thoughts of regret come rushing in
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"What if I never get a job because of this?
"How much does tattoo removal cost?"
"Can I even afford it?"
"This hurts pretty badly, they should've numbed my skin.."
"What will my parent's think?"
"Would I get my money back if this big bearded guy messed up?"
"Is space really a concept I'll care about in 20 years?"
"What if I want to pursue hand modeling?"
and then it's all over
you look down at what has become a part of your physical being
Something that will last forever
Supplying you with a sense of permanence that your  best friend can't even offer,
Somehow you forget about the regret that just seemed to suffocate you
you feel changed as cheesy as it may be
you know that you made the right choice