I wanna run away.
I think i’m getting tired of living in my house. I am, i am. I wanna go sleepover at someone’s, but i’ll need my parent’s permission before i can do that. )8
Just. Idk.
I’m kinda depressed about something, just not exactly sure what it is.
I’ve been questioning – is our friendship falling apart? I hope not, you’re still my BFF.
~Krissified.
I’d love to rant about how much my hair fucking sucks for a $31.05 haircut (the most expensive haircut I’ve ever had in my entire freaking life can you believe it), but I’ve been at it for a day and a half so I guess I’m kinda sick of whining already.
It sucks so much that it looks self-cut (I think i can do a way better job) and it looks like some straggly stray dog and I look shittier with this hair than my previous one, oh Jesus.
It’s like… short and curly now. Pubic hair much?
Go me.
I swear, I’m not gonna step into a single saloon ever again. That is, til my hair starts to grow lice and stuff. Or maybe til it reaches my ass. (by then I’ll be 21)
:’(
