I guess sometimes I sort of wonder if someone would read the things I write.

Every February I get frustrated with my hair and chop it off. This February is no exception. I wish I had beautiful hair that I knew how to do stuff with. I watch enough how-to hair style youtubes to be an expert by now, but I'm not. I love hair, but I don't love my own hair. I keep dyeing it and trying to find beauty in it, but somehow I never do.