Hair

You know, I hate having hair. I wish I could just shave it all off. One year ago I made the genius decision to cut it off with some fabric scissors and ever since then I've been suffering with the consequences. DO NOT listen to people when they say: "oh short hair must be so low-maintenance--" NO. IT IS NOT. Maybe if you get a very short buzz cut pixie, but once it grows just a little you'll be in severe agony every day. Or maybe that's just me because I'm dramatic. I just wish it would grow to my jaw. It's all my fault for not going to a hairdresser (and I'm still not going to), but it's just so piece-y and my hair is thick so it's chunk-y and there's random bits and agh.

I wrote a reminder on my phone which tells me at 12pm sharp to stop messing with it, but I have an uncontrollable urge to just hack it off whenever I can.  The feeling of cutting (hair) is really freeing though, it's one of the only things you can do to alter yourself in some way. I guess what I really like is messing with my appearance, I get so bored and tired of looking at myself. But it's not worth it because then you'll have to wash it every morning just so it gets wet enough to blow dry it flat-ish. Whatever. I've got nothing to think about. On Friday when I looked up into the sky there were so many stars like I'd never seen before. I swear one or two looked almost pink-ish. I love the earth so much and I'm scared for its future. I wish other people loved it like I do, or maybe like most of us do. I wish I knew how to take photography and I wish that my pictures could come out as beautiful as the world looks in real-life.