"I dyed my light hair dark when he left me in an attempt to forget about who I was when I loved him and I cut off my hair when I looked in the mirror everyday and was reminded of how he used to pull it when we'd get close and now no one can pull it and make me feel the way he did and I don't think anyone will make me feel alive the way he did but slowly and surely I'm getting over him"
-I'm getting over you, a short story[a•m]
