If you have seen me lately, you know I have had the Goth hair happening for a few weeks. Deep dark brown hanging in my eyes, sticking out all over the place. Well, I have new Happy Hair. Light and streaky and perky. And I have 8 million partially used bottles of Hair Stuff from Mom. I thought maybe New Hair would help clear the funk, but now, when I look in the mirror, I just see someone I don't recognize. I am not ready for the responsibility of New Hair. I don't want to style it, I don't want to wear the makeup that matches the New Hair, I don't want the clothes to come out of the closet that match the New Hair, I don't want to be the person that my New Hair looks like.
I want my old hair back. I want to sleep all day in my PJ's and eat loaves and loaves of bread with mayonnaise. My life is changing much too fast. My son graduates Wednesday from High School. Pretty soon, my house will be even emptier.
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