oh em gee

oh em gee

What

have

I

done

to

my

hair

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today, 4 months and 28 days after I chopped off my hair, I am suddenly seized by a momentary panic attack. My hair was perfectly fine, perfectly luscious, perfectly beautiful, perfectly INNOCENT, so why did I have to throw it all away just for a short moment of adrenaline rush?

Was that worth it? Was sacrificing something I loved so much for a fleeting moment of spontaneity and excitement well worth the heart ache and longing that followed?

Why fix something when it’s not broken, or, you only live once so try something new everyday?

I loved my long hair and sure, it’ll grow back, but will it grow back to be the exact way I’ve loved it?

These are the question that will forever plague me till the day I die.