What a peaceful night.

It's been a beautiful day of just lazing around in bed,
With dramas, music, and books.

I don't see humans,
I don't go out.
There is no sun, no 'outside' to my solitary relaxation time.

That's just plain bliss, I tell you.
It's been forever since I've gotten to do this-
But now,
We gotta go on.
We gotta start working hard again.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XYAghEq5Lfw
Yesterday I decided to hack off some of my hair
Take a couple inches off,
for I was so soo sick of it being past halfway down my back,
What with the weather and all.
What I didn't realize,
Was how much attachment I had for something that could grow back easily.
Now it's collarbone-length and a poofy mess
The last time I had had it this short was five years ago
And I'm not so sure if it was a decision well made.

Oh well

Excuse me as my vanity results in me re-evaluating all my life choices-
It'll grow back, it'll grow back.
Stop this, why are you even writing a post mourning your hair?

Side note,
Every single hairdresser I've ever been to starts off complimenting my hair type, calling it the latest fashion or whatever, then somehow moves on to recommending I rebond it, as well as all other measures I should take to make it straight and sleek.
Welp, it'll never look the way 'pretty hair' should look, so why don't you guys accept that I love it the way it is and I'm past being told what it should look like?
I'm taking good care of it you know. It's not an excuse for me to be unkempt, it's just that I'm just not born with genes to look polished.
Oh, but it's all just sales tactics- chatty hairdressers are never my thing.