It's been a long day.
And it's kinda been a horrible one too, but at the same time, not really.
Right now, I feel ready to burst into tears because my hair is short and my shower didn't go too well this morning and so it's greasy. Gross. I miss my long hair. Why did I have to cut it? Oh, right. Because I was in a silly-don't-think-just-do-it mood when I cut it in the first place. Now when I put it in a Mulan bun, like it is now, all my little layers stick out and it looks like a mini straw hat.
I just want to cry. Someone get me a tissue box. Seriously. Look at this hair!
I'm practically seething with envy.
And my face is breaking out and it looks like an olive oil factory had an explosion on my face.
And oh my gosh i just want to get married and have a husband who snuggles with me and makes silly faces with me and sings at the top of his lungs with me and thinks I'm the cutest even though my hair is a greasy mess. And he'll watch cheesy Christmas movies with me and he'll be my best friend and he won't mind that I can't cook very well. And he'll take me to the temple and be mine forever.
I'm pathetic
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