Hairdresser part three

I know it's been a while. I started school months ago and then BAM. Everything fell apart. I couldn't keep doing my comics. My depression returned really, really bad. I was suicidal everyday and was crying everyday. Anyways...

I got my hair cut. The other hairdressers were really impressed at my makeover. My old hair was sooooo dry and yellowish and bad. My new hair felt so silky and awesome. The hairdressers told me to spin so they could see what my hair looked like from all angles. Then I quickly paid it and ran off. I was really anxious about all the attention I was getting.

I was really relieved my stuff hadn't been stolen. Never again stepping into that hairdresser place hahaha.


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