I hated my last hair cut, secretly, but now I feel just very sad that I tried to get it fixed and now it's what it is. :^(
It's making my soul frowny but I just have to tell myself, it will grow.
Maybe this is because just the other day I prayed for help being more humble. Isn't that an awful thought??
This is a post to just commemorate that one time that I was actually hot, and had a figure but one inch off Marilyn Monroe's, and could run five miles in one go, and dated so much I basically never needed to buy groceries. THOSE DAYS EXISTED!!!! You would never know if you looked at me now, but they TOTALLY DID!!!!!


:^(
Remind me not to cut my hair again for like two years, kthx.