They're conspiring against me.
They want me to cut my hair. They are adamant about it.
I don't want that. I am FURIOUS that they want to.
It would be their birthday present for me--chop off my locks, put makeup on, and drag me to a lounge to "flaunt off my new look", which is, I think, to go pick up guys or some stupid shit.
I don't want to take part in this at all. I LOVE my hair. I've grown it out for 3 and a half years. If I wanted it cut, I would have cut it AGES ago. I don't care if I have split ends--it's my own bloody hair, and it's mine to do what I want with it.
"But it'll look so much better! YOU GOTTA TAKE A FEW INCHES OFF, IT'S ONLY HAIR".
Only hair to you.
One of the few attractive things I find about myself, something I pride myself in doing (I have a problem with keeping things the same when it comes to my hair--I get antsy about dying my hair if it's been more than 6 months since I've had a different colour). I don't see why they have to throw a fucking bitchfit about MY hair.
No wonder I don't like hanging out with them anymore. :/ They forget about my birthday, don't bother making contact with me, hassle me about making a Facebook account, and made me feel bad in high school.
Why fucking bother anymore.
If the barbeque on Sunday is a way of them trying to force me to get my hair cut, I'm severing contact. I'm not joking. It fucking PISSES me off that they've taken up a cause that I don't see as being just.
Just for that, I'm going to hold off on ever cutting my hair to spite them.
:3
Lublub194
Haha. I understand that feeling.
=P
JadeTheAssassin
The feeling of putrid anger and resentment?