all that beautiful, beautiful long hair. all that lavish, feminine, psuedo victorian hair.

or, well, nearly all of it. Damn near all of it in the back, anyway.

I've been growing it out since i was nine.
Why'd I cut if off?
Suffice to say: I was upset.
And you don't get to have hair that's grown past your hips by being the type of semi hysterical girl that chops it off at the first sign of trouble--
So, okay.
I was really upset.

What I want most in the world for myself is freedom--and being forced to not do something is just as bad as being forced to do something.

"But i am better now. Word of honor: I am better now."

-K. Vonnegut