Today, after four years, I am cutting my hair. I am terrified. I've never been afraid of cutting my hair. The last time I did it, the hairdresser did a really shit job and I swore I'd never cut it again. And I haven't... until now.
It's just fucking hair. It grows the fuck back.
These are things that I'm telling myself.
Five years ago, I would have made fun of me for this.
I just keep reminding myself that my long hair is a burden. It falls out in fistfuls. I always lean on it when I sit up in bed. It tangles constantly. When I wanna box dye it it takes 2-3 boxes. It's time for it to GO.
I will miss you, many inches. But only a little.
Wish me luck.
I may barf.
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