I'm never going to trust anyone to cut my hair ever again. The next time I get my hair cut will be before I get either cremated or embalmed.
I've developed a trauma of entrusting people to instruct the barber on what kind of style I want with my hair. Though I am not Samson who draws strength from the length of his hair, I know there's that sentimental value and attachment you get with your hair that you've grown for so long. Now I'm better of dead anyway.
The first time I got so upset because of a haircut was the day before our high school graduation picture taking. My father was the one who instructed the barber and I ended up getting a semi-bald look. That half-hour on the barber's chair was the sole reason for my stupid and frightening high school yearbook photo. Because of that, the last time I got a serious haircut was during the sem-break of my 1st year in high school.
Starting from the second semester up till yesterday, I only got my bangs and the side of my hair trimmed but I never got it cut extremely short.
The era of my head being armored by long hair is over as my mom, this time, was responsible for instructing the hair stylist at Bench Fix to get my hair "fixed" up. Now I've never wanted to punch anything that reflects my face so bad.
I know most people will think that I'm such a shallow and self-centered person. That's okay, I don't mind. But just consider how I'm already a recluse and extremely awkward in social situations and I only had my hair to cover my eyes when I can't look at a person eye to eye. I've also grown to like my appearance with long hair since I tried to style it the same way as Koyomi Araragi. Now I'm just another rage monster with a stupid haircut (you should all consider that a description for a video game boss).
Thankfully I have four months to re-grow my hair. Hopefully it will, indeed, grow because I'm extremely upset right now.
I can already here all those people giving halfhearted comments such as "oh, you look good with that haircut", "my, my you look like actor X", and "what an adorable chubby kid".
Shut the fuck up.
I know even my mom is laughing at my face on the inside. I'm just sick of people laughing at me for small mistakes. These are kind of people who'll someday rule on top of the world and the rest will only wish for more despair by plunging the world further into selfish stupidity. No one is perfect, but please can't I be perfect for myself?
I know what I look like, It's my face, it's my hair but it wasn't my decision. My only hope right now in saving myself from awkward situations constantly being in the hot seat of ridicule and stupid social commentary is to get hit by a meteorite enough to vaporize me and my whole existence, or to become invisible at will.
Every time I see my reflection, I see nothing but the product of human error. I don't even want to provide a reference picture right now because I don't want to end up running a haymaker to the screen of my laptop.
I've developed a trauma of entrusting people to instruct the barber on what kind of style I want with my hair. Though I am not Samson who draws strength from the length of his hair, I know there's that sentimental value and attachment you get with your hair that you've grown for so long. Now I'm better of dead anyway.
The first time I got so upset because of a haircut was the day before our high school graduation picture taking. My father was the one who instructed the barber and I ended up getting a semi-bald look. That half-hour on the barber's chair was the sole reason for my stupid and frightening high school yearbook photo. Because of that, the last time I got a serious haircut was during the sem-break of my 1st year in high school.
Starting from the second semester up till yesterday, I only got my bangs and the side of my hair trimmed but I never got it cut extremely short.
The era of my head being armored by long hair is over as my mom, this time, was responsible for instructing the hair stylist at Bench Fix to get my hair "fixed" up. Now I've never wanted to punch anything that reflects my face so bad.
I know most people will think that I'm such a shallow and self-centered person. That's okay, I don't mind. But just consider how I'm already a recluse and extremely awkward in social situations and I only had my hair to cover my eyes when I can't look at a person eye to eye. I've also grown to like my appearance with long hair since I tried to style it the same way as Koyomi Araragi. Now I'm just another rage monster with a stupid haircut (you should all consider that a description for a video game boss).
Thankfully I have four months to re-grow my hair. Hopefully it will, indeed, grow because I'm extremely upset right now.
I can already here all those people giving halfhearted comments such as "oh, you look good with that haircut", "my, my you look like actor X", and "what an adorable chubby kid".
Shut the fuck up.
I know even my mom is laughing at my face on the inside. I'm just sick of people laughing at me for small mistakes. These are kind of people who'll someday rule on top of the world and the rest will only wish for more despair by plunging the world further into selfish stupidity. No one is perfect, but please can't I be perfect for myself?
I know what I look like, It's my face, it's my hair but it wasn't my decision. My only hope right now in saving myself from awkward situations constantly being in the hot seat of ridicule and stupid social commentary is to get hit by a meteorite enough to vaporize me and my whole existence, or to become invisible at will.
Every time I see my reflection, I see nothing but the product of human error. I don't even want to provide a reference picture right now because I don't want to end up running a haymaker to the screen of my laptop.
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