It's so short, and it's not even layered. The cutter was prolly hallucinating that my head is small.

Anyways, I'm not mad at him. Or at myself. At least now I have my bad hair experience [ everyone ought to have one in their lifetime ]. I was wrong coz I brought my brother instead of my mom. He only laughed at me the whole time. I swear.

The only bad thing is that there's school tomorrow. Everything's just about to get worse.

It's a good thing I watched a documentary [ or something like that ] last night, showing people who lost their arms, legs, who are blind and the like. I know it's kinda too deep for something as shallow as a haircut, but at least I only got this. I've been praying for a while [ yep. I'm religious. Sorta ] and I kinda told God to give me... more petty problems in this earlier stage of life than the bigger ones when I'm older.

Yea, I'm so stupid I consider a haircut a problem. Hey, I'm a girl, too, you know. Even though I don't usually act like one... Okay maybe I do. Sometimes.

So I'm basically kinda thankful that this happened to me right now. At least there's a bit spark of hope that I'd face less dilemmas later, and moreso, I'll never have to deal with nasty haircuts starting tomorrow. Or when my hair grows longer.

Besides, it's not like my hair's going to stop me from doing what I usually do [ except, of course, letting my hair down ].

Anyways, bye. I'm... going to eat now.