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Finally,my hair is growing back.....no one gets to cut my hair ever again.
It should grow back all the way by the fall,well I hope so.
My cousin,she's gonna be here for a couple of months.
I bought this yesterday at the mall...it's really short....i'm thinking about taking it back though since I rarely wear skirts anymore due to a bad experience I had a while back in Brooklyn when some perve lifted my skirt!.
<<<<<<< Before I leave.Yesterday while in the Bronx waiting for my mom,I started reading back everything I wrote in my written journal Mariposa and it made me really sad.Most of the entries talked about a particular person I came to know(won't say his name),but had'nt met at the time.We were up almost everynight on the phone talking.I always called him,and he always called me...that kinda thing.
We were on our way to becomming very good friends,or so it seemed.A month ago(it seems like more)we finally met and pretty much after that day he started acting differently he seemed so distant,we barely spoke like we used to and the only way we could speak was if I called him and even then it was'nt the same he just seemed annoyed by me.I sorta told him about it the last time we spoke,he said what he had to say like evrything was normal and I blamed myself for overreacting.
If I would have known that meeting him would only dissolve our friendship then I wish we never met.It's so bizarre,I miss him,and if he does'nt want anything to do with me I can get used to that.At first I took it personally only to realize that it isn't my fault all I ever showed was the real me and if he does'nt like that what can I say.Maybe he lives the perfect life and everyone involved in it must also be that way(perfect)...I guess when he met me it hit him that i'm neither perfect nor pretty enough to fit into his world = even just as a friend...so I get the cold shoulder.
.......He was never really my friend to begin with then.