even blondes get the blues (or you don't need black hair to be emo)
so i bleached my hair. all of it. anna and i have been planning a hair dying extravaganza for a while now, and tonight it happened. she opted for red and i for bleached bangs and purple/brown hair. i wanted to look like rogue from x-men, and i have pretty much ever since i was seven. anyway, as i was bleaching it i marveled at how great my hair looked blonde and decided to bleach it all.
but it sucks! i miss my old hair! i do find it ridiculous to be posting this but i think that you may all be interested to know why i am crying myself to sleep tonight!
it's true, you don't need to have black hair to be emo. and you don't need a horrendous life in order to feel sad inside. arbitrary and unimportant losses can sometimes be more painful than important ones, for me at least.
i will dye most of it purple or something tomorrow at zapp, but tonight i will sit in solemn silence and grieve.
why did i do it? why do we do any of the crazy shit we feel compelled to do?
it's just another thing to add to the all the other stressors that have been plaguing me lately. really, one more annoyance or metaphorical heartbreak was not necessary right now.
anna hates her hair too. she ended up looking like rogue from x-men. sigh.
i am usually very optimistic but tonight i am going to draw depressed cartoon people and plan the demise of herbal essences. they are so not punk rock, and they smell like shit.
but it sucks! i miss my old hair! i do find it ridiculous to be posting this but i think that you may all be interested to know why i am crying myself to sleep tonight!
it's true, you don't need to have black hair to be emo. and you don't need a horrendous life in order to feel sad inside. arbitrary and unimportant losses can sometimes be more painful than important ones, for me at least.
i will dye most of it purple or something tomorrow at zapp, but tonight i will sit in solemn silence and grieve.
why did i do it? why do we do any of the crazy shit we feel compelled to do?
it's just another thing to add to the all the other stressors that have been plaguing me lately. really, one more annoyance or metaphorical heartbreak was not necessary right now.
anna hates her hair too. she ended up looking like rogue from x-men. sigh.
i am usually very optimistic but tonight i am going to draw depressed cartoon people and plan the demise of herbal essences. they are so not punk rock, and they smell like shit.