Dear Diary,
So, I did it. I got my hair cut. Short. Juan was very strongly against it. He found out I was going to hack it off, and he actually told me it would be ugly, and I wouldn’t like it. But I showed him. I got it done yesterday, so it still has all those products and stuff in it, and I walked into first period, and when he saw me, he frowned, accepting the fact it looked good.
However, later on, I asked him if he thought it was pretty, sort of so I could rub it in his face, and he said no. Everyone started laughing, including me, and I said, “That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend.” Buy then he was trying to take back what he said, but the damage was done.
So I’ve declared war on his country. Foqaur and the United Dominion are official enemies.
But, yeah, I’m loving my hair. It’s really cute, but it is missing ten inches. But hey, way lighter now. And cooler. Perfect for a southern summer.
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Dear Diary (May's Diary)
Non-FictionA/N: This is my real diary entry, only with different names than reality. I'll try to update these every few days, even though it's not for you guys. It's more for my personal mental health. I swear, if I don't write them down, I might go insane...
