we ended. i ended it. for some stupid reason, not really. she cut the dyed part of her hair. from long hair, about a few feet long or so. that was the beginning of her new life, the one without mine of course. she went on with her privite life and i did too. she became this much more happier person, so full of life and just wanting to explore the world, or some shit like that. me; i went back a little. my music, hair, style everything changed. i began to distance and just ignored everyone. let my hair grow out. i began to hold a guitar, and fell in love with its colors shape and sound. the acing in my fingertips too. she wasnt there to see it happen. it really only made matters worse.
