I have decided to get an electronic hair trimmer with bits for different lengths. With that, I will just cut it shorter and shorter until perfection has been reached and all the angels sing. If it turns out that extremely short/bald becomes me, I will go with that, as it seems the easiest to maintain.
Reading some of my very first poems in that old notebook, getting all nostalgic and supersad. But really, they were quite atrocious. Pretentious with arrogant undertones. But I remember exactly where I sat when I wrote them all down. Different places. That's why I can't stop thinking of autumn 2013. Such bittersweet times, I wonder how things would've been now if I just wasn't so shy then as I've always been. But now it's spring, the saddest time of the year. And now it's too late, I am stuck in silence and I'm content! I wish only to be away from all the idiots at my school.