Now it's just me. All my favorite boys are gone. In a way it's like an itch you can't scratch. I know it doesn't sound like a nice metaphor but it's like an amputated leg. It's missing but you can still feel it itching. Anyway. It's not as bad as it could be since M. is still there. Though soon M. is quitting too. Is this like some official quitting month and someone forgot to tell me?
I have upgraded my hair. My mother dyed it a bit blonder and cut it a bit shorter. And it was like a miracle: suddenly I looked like a girl again. It was only like five centimeters off and the same hair color I have used so many times. So how can it make such a big change? Or am I only imagining?
I have upgraded my hair. My mother dyed it a bit blonder and cut it a bit shorter. And it was like a miracle: suddenly I looked like a girl again. It was only like five centimeters off and the same hair color I have used so many times. So how can it make such a big change? Or am I only imagining?
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