My hair was so long it became such a nuance to maintain it. You wouldn't believe how fast I go through bottles of conditioner. Finally I convinced myself to cut it.
Okay, instant regret. I guess I just don't have the mentality that says "oh it's just hair, it'll grow back". Suddenly I realized 5 years is a very long time! When you have something for that long it really becomes a part of you (as stupid as this sound...because hair is actually a part of you =____=)
Anyways this post really isn't about hair.
My boyfriend went to China for a month and I miss him D:< like hair, he's been with me for a long time and I just realized how much I'm dependent on him. I tried to clean up the apartment today and realized I didn't even know where the garbage shoot is.
Also regrettably I couldn't donate any of my hair because it's been dyed too many times...I guess I could've collected it and made extensions for myself but that seems a little weird. Like a snake shedding its skin and then wearing it like a skin coat.
