Am I a punk?

     I basically am what I call a punk and I am not talking about someone that talks and can't back it up. I don't talk trash because I am someone that practices peace and doesn't like to fight. I mean the people with dyed hair, ironic shirts, a bunch of earrings, and tattoos. I don't have a tattoo because I chose to get some new piercings instead of a tattoo last night and why wouldn't I. It was 15 for piercings, but it was a better deal for tattoos because it was 25. There was a book full of tattoos that people could have selected from and I have a feeling that they didn't even finish 5% of the book. If you didn't know already I now have 4 piercings and I have two spikes in my ear and two ball earrings. I say ball because it looks like the earrings they use for your eyebrow piercing.
      I don't do drugs, instead I dye my hair whenever I feel low and I guess I am still hurting myself. I love how I am trying to heal my hair while killing it as well. It is like falling in love with someone that will never love you. My mother doesn't know I have two new piercings because I just did it and I am not going to tell her. The place had this needle and they pushed it into my ear and created a hole to put the earrings. My friend only did one piercing, but I needed my piercings to be even so I did two and they both hurt really badly. I feel like I can make a really good short story based on someone getting their ears pierced.
     I believe that there will be basketball tomorrow and if there is I will go. My body just fully healed, but I don't really care. I took a nap at like 5 something and woke up at 8 and I have a feeling it is my body healing itself. I am going to cook, watch a movie, start reading parts of my assignment, and then continue writing my story. Thank you for reading my messed up mind.