(almost) a month on

i think the one thing i miss most about my hair is feeling the wind blowing through it. it just feels more organic that i have something fluttering when the breeze comes, like part of me is bonding with nature. (i sound gay, i know)

the (real) reasons i cut my hair:
1. i was traumatised
2. i needed to change something [anything]
3. i needed luck [2006 was shit]
4. i was bored [related to (3)]
5. i was irritated by my hair
6. i couldn't remain a longish-haired cunt my whole life