I followed magazine advice once.
Just once.
That once may have been my last.
Cutting your hair gives compliments and the fresh new look you await.
That article should be recalled.
I cut my hair once, following the logic that wasn't my own and in that moment I might have hoped too much or longed longer than I should have.
I wanted something engraved in my mind that wasn't people telling how much of a I was slut or how big of a whore I am or that I'm truly the most worthless human-being thats existed.
Everything just became worse
more worse than I could of imagined.
The universal bag was tipping and it wasn't in my favor.
Maybe I was seeking attention
and I got what I deserved.
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Forever Never Endeavor
NouvellesOnce upon a time, A girl dreamed that the world would be more forgiving than it really was. Once upon a time, A girl hoped to find kindness in people's hearts even in the most wicked. Once upon a time, A girl would weep for the people who have...
