I went crazy again today looking for a strand to climb
It's been a weird, kind of like living in a shell, day. I was in bed until 3 and then who knows what happened.
I used to cut my hair in high school and then feel sick about it. It's so easy to fuck it up. But who cares? who cares if your hair goes one direction and other people's goes another. I have to not care. It's also easy to stare into the trashcan and to mourn the pieces of hard grown hair you see there that could still be attached to your head if only you had been satisfied and sane a moment before. It's sobering though, another good thing on top of a loosened grip on perfection.
my stomach feels raw, which it actually is I guess.
I used to cut my hair in high school and then feel sick about it. It's so easy to fuck it up. But who cares? who cares if your hair goes one direction and other people's goes another. I have to not care. It's also easy to stare into the trashcan and to mourn the pieces of hard grown hair you see there that could still be attached to your head if only you had been satisfied and sane a moment before. It's sobering though, another good thing on top of a loosened grip on perfection.
my stomach feels raw, which it actually is I guess.