Finally

I got my new haircut!! I was super happy and giddy all the way there, during the cut, and all the way back. And still am, by the way. I just can’t believe I actually got my hair cut THIS. DAMN. SHORT. Last time it was this short, I must’ve been a year old! And I’m not kidding you. I’ve NEVER had my hair cut THIS short before. And I love it and it’s awesome and everyone thinks it’s awesome.

I’m just wondering how it’ll look once the tope it streaked/dyed blue. I couldn’t have it now now because it was sort of a last minute thing, and besidews, Marie didn’t have either the bleach or the sky-blue dye that she would’ve needed. So I’ll have my blue hair later.  But hey. At least I’ll HAVE blue hair. And that alone is fucking epic win.
My mom had to ask me three times this week, “You’re SURE you want this, right? You know it’s going to be REALLY short, right?” And I said yes. But, honestly, I think that NOTHING would be able to compare with the stress I’ve got for tomorrow. I mean, I’m TALKING TO HIM. In the morning. When all his friends are going to be around and… Well god fuck, I’m scared!!

Scared, anxious, trembling, nervous, almost paralysed. I mean I haven’t met a single person like him in my entire life and it is, to say the least, unsettling. Especially since I’m pretty sure I’ll meet rejection head-on, like usual… Not that I mind. I mean I deserve to be rejected a few times, y’know? haven’t been rejected in a while–Wait, I lie. I got dumped by my ex-girlfriend a little over a month ago, and my my OTHER ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago.

Eh, who knows, maybe I’m DUE for a nice story nowadays?
I’m just scared… about how it’ll end. Because my biggest fear is that I’LL have to end it because my feelings did a 180° on me and slapped me in the face.

I guess I’ll just have to see where this goes…