sorry it's been a while, and also sorry this is such an angry and confusing post, i should edit but.... i wrote all of these entries at a time in my life when i really just needed to write and vent, so i'm a little hesitant to edit them.
Entry Six
life is a contradiction. i want to cut my hair. i want to cut my hair. it bugs me. it bugs me a lot. but then there’s days where it’s nice and not poofy and not in my way and i’m like “why would i ever want to cut you”
and then i go outside and it’s windy and it blows into my face and i’m like GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU’RE ANNOYING.
i guess hair is like people. there are some really annoying people. and then you kinda want to scream GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU’RE ANNOYING at them but you just can’t, you know? because then they’ll think you’re a weirdo. which i guess i am. but it’s okay.
some people just need to go away. some people just need to change like an old-fashioned hairstyle.
AnD THEN EVERYONE DIES AND EVERYONE LIVES AND EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND LIFE GOES ON.
