I'm starting over. FRESH.

I cut all of my hair off again. Why, you ask? Because I felt like it. Sure, my dad got upset. My mother supported it, though, only because of the reason I gave her. To cut all of my hair off is a metaphor to let go of all the excess things in life. Hair gets annoying, annoying to a point where I begin to hate it. And when I do, I cut it. Just like what I should do when things in life annoy me. When I begin to hate things in life, I'll cut them from it permanently, to avoid any kind of drama. Because I sure don't need any more drama in my life than what I've already got. I've got way too much shit going down in my life that pretty much is making me even more physically and emotionally sick than I already am.

All in all, things aren't going right. I'm still not over something that happened in JANUARY. I'm still doing crappy in school. I still think that I'm an outcast among ALL of my friends because I'm a year or two or three younger than them. But the funny thing is, I'm pretty much more mature than most of them. So I don't understand why I'm still left out of certain things. Maybe I have no real friends...or not as many as I thought I did. Don't get me wrong, not ALL of them are immature. I have a few friends who I feel I can truly relate to. Nonetheless, this is simply a mindless rant.


Fuck this.