Old habits die hard

Well, that's so true. Circa two years ago, I gave myself yet another bad haircut. Yes. Remember the seventh-grade fiasco? Well, this is the ninth-grade fiasco, only not as bad because I don't have a hair stub shooting from my forehead. So I had just finished showering, when my overgrown bangs were pissing the hell out of me as usual. Blame the hot fumes or something, but I just grabbed a pair of blunt scissors and started hacking away. Well. Let's just say I'll never become a beautician. And my fucking bangs are still in my eyes! Oi! I just want to shave my head sometimes. The world would be so much happier if people didn't have hair to worry about. Not just hair-on-your-head hair. EVERY type of hair. Ugh. I'm so disgusted. I wish I didn't have such a minuscule forehead. No joke. I have the TINIEST forehead known to humanity. (I'm being very vain--but I'm fourteen, and I've already been cursed with Mother Nature--I am [almost] a lady.) I'm so sad....and blind. Time to cue the waterworks and blues.