black.
Ah, I totally forgot to write this down. And this is rather important to me, I guess.
I dyed my hair two weeks ago. Now it's black... kinda. Like a...weird shade of... black. With erm, sparkles of blue and red here and there. I hope those will wash away in a couple of weeks.
To me, a change of my hair colour means something's changing in my life, in my personality... in the world around me..
So far, I've had my hair in black, chocolate, red, bright red, white blond, bright pink, bright (hell, what do I call that colour? purple? blueish violet? anyway, that is still my favourite, I had that for over a year, and I wish I could keep it for the rest of my life), indigo blue, blueish green, dark green.
And now it's black again. After all this changes and brightness and people staring at me all the time it feels so... ordinary. Normal.
I'm not sure if I like it. But with everything changing... this new job thing, money problems, health problems, other problems... I had to do it. Now I feel even more... mature and responsible. As if I wasn't already. And maybe a litlle more... sexy? That, I never was.
And I look twenty-seven again. Thirty when tired and maybe about twenty-five when happy.
I think in a few months I'll try to get back my own colour and probably stick to it for some time. I don't even remember what it looks like. But I do remember being happy to have such a wonderful colour. I used to call it "golden chocolate" or something.
Somehow all the words and colours and memories seem to lose their meaning.
It just doesn't matter anymore.
I feel old. And tired.
I dyed my hair two weeks ago. Now it's black... kinda. Like a...weird shade of... black. With erm, sparkles of blue and red here and there. I hope those will wash away in a couple of weeks.
To me, a change of my hair colour means something's changing in my life, in my personality... in the world around me..
So far, I've had my hair in black, chocolate, red, bright red, white blond, bright pink, bright (hell, what do I call that colour? purple? blueish violet? anyway, that is still my favourite, I had that for over a year, and I wish I could keep it for the rest of my life), indigo blue, blueish green, dark green.
And now it's black again. After all this changes and brightness and people staring at me all the time it feels so... ordinary. Normal.
I'm not sure if I like it. But with everything changing... this new job thing, money problems, health problems, other problems... I had to do it. Now I feel even more... mature and responsible. As if I wasn't already. And maybe a litlle more... sexy? That, I never was.
And I look twenty-seven again. Thirty when tired and maybe about twenty-five when happy.
I think in a few months I'll try to get back my own colour and probably stick to it for some time. I don't even remember what it looks like. But I do remember being happy to have such a wonderful colour. I used to call it "golden chocolate" or something.
Somehow all the words and colours and memories seem to lose their meaning.
It just doesn't matter anymore.
I feel old. And tired.