I usually have my hair cut for either or both of the following reasons: one is when something big is coming up, and two, is when I am depressed. Today, I had my hair cut because of the latter.
I felt really bad today because of a friend. Maybe she’ just having a bad day, or maybe, I’m just a little too sensitive and paranoid. Or maybe it’s because it’s January. January has always been a bad month for me. Depression is at its peak during January, and I frankly cannot understand why. Maybe I have SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe I’m making things happen. F! What’s with the maybes?!?
There’s only one way to describe my hair right now. Nilamutak siya ng bakla! I told her/him to TRIM my hair. She/He CHOPPED it off. Anyway, at least my hair is much lighter now. I just hope the bangs grow fast, though (I told her/him to give me long bangs, but I guess she/he does not know the difference between long and short. Or maybe, we just have different views about what long is. Oh well…).
P.S. Tomorrow is our class’ retreat. I don’t want to go. I’d rather burn in, not hell, but my mum’s new oven, than spend a night with people who… basta! People! But since I can’t graduate if I miss this retreat (or is that one of the enumerable empty threats the hell I call my school loves to throw at their students), so I might as well start packing now.
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