February 19, 2013
Yesterday, I took a cab with Sweetheart to a hair salon and dyed my hair blue. I don’t know why. Maybe because I don’t need to try so hard to be responsible and mature anymore since I don’t have a chance in hell with Emma. It’s kind of liberating. I am less scrutinizing of my choices. Now I can relax and do whatever I want, whenever I want, without fucking caring what anyone else might think. So I dyed my hair blue. I had to do it at the salon, Sweetheart told me, because my hair is really dark so a professional needed to strip out the color and then put the dye in. So I got it cut a little shorter too. I figure if I get sick of it I’ll just shave my head.
I went to work with my blue hair and it seems…
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