I have been cut
I cut all my hair off...Well kinda, it's up past my shoulders and I have this sweeping bangs kinda thing goin on. I don't know. I love love love the cut. But...It's just not what I remember. When I get my hair cut I usually get this whole feeling where the world can do no wrong and I am once again loving the life I live. But rather this time...I'm still just me. No great high...No leverage, no insane independent feeling...Just me feeling that hole still. I'm so confused that I'm almost not.
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