Earlier this year I told my mom that I wanted to cut my hair.
She said "yes, but it has to be done by a professional and not by myself"
And I was happy because I was finally going to cut my hair and just have it low maintenance.
But the more time that passes the more time I have to think. And the more time I have to think the more time I have to regret. And the more time I have to regret, the more time I have to tell myself "you're going to miss it so bad that you'll hate yourself and want to die".
And the more time I have the more I hate myself for wanting to do this.
That's why I haven't taken my piercing yet, and I haven't cut my hair, and I haven't gotten to trying to sell some of my clothes and I haven't gotten to even trying to talk to new people since of course they are going to hate me the minute I speak.
So yeah.
Mini rant before I get consumed by my thoughts at 00:15