my dark brown hair hung low, the ends reaching the middle of my back.
i bleached it twice.
threw in a vibrant fuchsia, and chopped to shoulder-length.
i stood in front of the mirror, a completely different girl looking back at me.
i smiled.
i let out a manic cackle, and the tears started falling.
i laughed and laughed, watching the tears stream down my face staining them black from my eyeliner.
i wiped the stream off my cheeks, reapplied my makeup, and calmly walked out the bathroom.
change is what i needed.
