Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Locks of Looming Despair

Ugh, I HATE when this happens. Why am I SO unclear as to what I want? A little darker doesn't mean black. And a little richer doesn't mean cherry red. But, I don't think I'm that unclear. I just don't think people listen.

I don't even want to post a picture of myself
for I hate it.

I went from cute little bouncy thing
to depressed goth morbid thing.

It's amazing how something so seemingly small and insignificant (and fast growing) can cause so much grief and self-loathing.

Ugh.

2 comments:

UmberDove said...

Honey, I have yet to see you with a cut or a color that you couldn't pull off - and I know that you will find a way to rock this one too!

mme. bookling said...

i hate transition...and am also addicted to it.

i love you - perhaps you can let that numb out the voice inside that doesn't love you right now...