This weekend I'm supposed to go get my hair dyed back to blonde specifically because my mom absolutely hates my red hair. So it wasn't really my choice to go but I reluctantly agreed. It'll take all day because we are going down to my aunt's to have her do it. Problem is everyone wants to stay until 7 or 8. I want to go for my appointment and then leave.
But it's not up to me.
It never is. I'm not important my feelings don't matter here.
My boyfriend and his friend group are all going whiteater rafting. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE water sports like that. I like canoeing, kyaking, paddle hoarding. And above all is whitewater rafting.
I got invited. But why doesn't anyone make plans in advance anymore?
Maybe I could go if you planned more than 24 hours in advance.
And I can't go because my feelings don't matter. I may love my hair but mother hates it and dad hates it and tana hates it and Logan doesn't like it and Amanda hates it. No one bothered to ask me if I liked it. No one bothered to ask if I WANTED it dyed back. Because no one cares. All they care about is their precious reputation and perfect ideal family picture. And their picture got tainted, stained red. So that red must be bleached out.
But it,doesn't matter because red doesn't have feelings. Red doesn't deserve and opinion. Red can just be washed out and forgotten about. Red isn't allowed to have a say about itself. Red doesn't matter. Not one single bit to anyone. Everyone Hates Red.
I'm red.
Thanks guys, I appreciate how much you care.
Ugh.
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Unsteady
No FicciónThis is just a place where I can tell someone how I feel when I'm sad, without directly bothering someone I know. "If you love me don't let go. Hold on to me, cause I'm a little unsteady." There's a reason I love that song.
