i cut my hair off once i used to feel the ends tickle my back but then i ran my fingers through my hair and reached my shoulders. i held my head higher and stood taller. see there's a saying that when you cut your hair short you get a new beginning. once those frayed ends are let loose, a new life opens its doors for the new you. but i didn't see a new door so i cut it again and now its too short for my liking. and i hold the door shut. i guess i have to grow it out again before i try anything else with it.
i started this a few days ago and half-heartedly wrapped it up... the inspiration from that moment is gone. oops. i'll try again later