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[Mar. 17th, 2008|10:14 pm] |
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| | My bed | ] |
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| | "Father Figure," George Michael...don't even ask why | ] |
I'm doing such a typically teenaged thing right now.
I'm looking at pictures of myself from a year or two ago, and wondering how I went from looking that good to looking this bad. Some people say I look better than ever, but I think I looked better in these pictures...Tempted to post a "then and now" set of photos and ask which is better, haha. Just cut my hair again, trying to get rid of more black dye. NEVER doing this again. It looked awesome, but now I'm just sick of it.
Everytime I cut my hair, I realize the same thing: I look much better with more hair, despite what a pain in the ass my hair is.
What I really need to do is stop moping about what I looked like and focus on looking the best I can now, with damaged hair and wider hips, and whatever else is different. I can't wait to be done with this teenager thing. Just six more months until I can learn - like most people do when they exit these years (if they haven't already) - that no one gives a damn about how I look, and that I'd be much prettier if I stopped acting like I'm so ugly. That's enough for now. |
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I miss you so much. I wish I could have you by my side. Promise that we will end up in the same place when we settle our lives? | |
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