What happened to the old life when my entries had no other meaning than what to do with my hair? I feel like I actually have something worth saying now. Something that's worth losing 3 hours of sleep over. Something that is going to change my future, and way of thinking, for the better.
In the past few months, I've been so busy trying to altar my appearance to what I 'wanted'. When what I really needed to do was be myself and let it change gradually on it's own. I'm still figuring out who I am, after all. Next time, I'll remember to stick with the natural approach. For what it's worth.