on tuesday, i got a horrible haircut. don't let this photo fool you, like it did all of my facebook friends, who i cleverly tricked into thinking it's not that bad of a haircut - it is a woefully bad haircut. it puffs in all the wrong spots and hits me at just the wrong places, creating bad angle after bad angle after bad angle. i have cried about it at least three times since tuesday, and if i hadn't already packed the biotin, i'd be eating a handful or so with every meal.
bad haircuts are THE WORST. not only do i feel completely insecure in my own skin (jesus guys i am 25, when. does. this. end. when do i reach the fierce, untouchable prime of my womanhood?!), but i also feel like a juvenile asshole because i am so bummed over HAIR. so i don't just not like my face / head, i also hate my brain for being so vapid. but there's no way around it, i am legitimately in a state of mourning right now.
luckily, i currently have 0 real life friends (haha i am always boiling things down until they are just another reason to rejoice in the fact that i hate everybody), so hopefully i just don't see anyone until my hair grows back. until then, glaring at all long haired girls i pass on the street and right-click saving all pictures of short haired cuties.
