So today I dreaded my hair, and then I took them out.
But while they lasted, they looked like
I decided I'm too impatient to keep them in long enough to where they start to take form and actually look good and not like a bad 80s tease.
Fuqq dissss I'm cutting all of this shit off when it gets warmer out. Pz.
PS I'd hate to be pessimistic again but, I feel like both of my best friends are slowly starting to stop caring about me entirely.
PPS On the optimistic side, today marks four months.