Wanna know how many more fucks i do not give?
Last night i cut my hair again.
It's choppy, it's awful, I'm going to have hide it from parents for a while.
But do I care?
No. It's hair. It'll grow back. It's not the end of the world.
I did it because I wanted to. I did it because I was angry and reckless. I did it because I was done.
It's only my fringe but I want to cut it all off. Just around my ears in a short, choppy, messy mop.
I'm done with longer hair, I'm done with faffing about with it. I just want to get up and go. Be reckless, be fearless, fuck what anyone else thinks.
Wanna know Why?
Because it's just hair.
I understand it means different things to different people, and that's okay.
But to me?
I'm done.
