All the stress and silent slow suicide is making my hair fall hence giving me the oh so very strong urge to cut my hair short, bleach it all to the colour white so I could dye my hair a different colour every month to the damage I've done upon myself, cutting it every now and then when I'm fed up. As if there's nothing to it. As if I can't really care more about me.
-riri-
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