gotta admit, sometimes i wake up
and regret hacking my hair off
feeling like shit that i had the ridiculous balls to chop it all off
and having to wake up to a boy's cut.
it's not even a pixie cut
it's a bloody boy's cut
my initial thought :
short hair = less hassle
but i was wrong
short hair + no styling (effort) = shitty bedhead that is UGLY
long hair was easier, you can comb while walking
or rushing to catch the bus
and the worst thing that can happen is a gawd-awful center-part
with flat limp hair
but short hair with no effort is like shit and crap all mixed on my head
ARGH + GAHHH = FRUSTRATION AND REGRET
but then i remember how my loved ones love me for who i am
and not how my hair looks everyday morning
i remember how i don't give a flip what people think of me (anymore)
and i smile.
cause i can look as shitty and ridiculous as i want
cause only those who love me
see the beauty within
and ohkay, on the outside as well (: