Hai.
I'm gonna ask for help xD
I really want to do something with my hair.
To make it not-like-it-is.
xD
It's short now. A little above my shoulder, maybe grazing it.
It's brownishblackish black.
And layered.
With sidebangs that would be considered unsafe for driving.
Anyway, I don't...
Write something.
Even if it only sells six copies.
And move out.
Like, soon.
And be happy.
But I'm not wishing that high.
So, yeah.
A piece of writing.
Because there's nothing else I'm capable of.
And Allie, I've been thinking.
I maybe could be a counselor.
Because I could maybe do that.