I resent the fact that I feel like my hair defines me.
I’ve had dreams the past two nights in which I decide to comb out my dreads.
Each dream ends differently.
The first dream I love my hair and I stand by my decision.
In the second I comb them out and I am ugly.
Jesus, I’m vain.
I’M GOING TO SEE FROZEN TONIGHT AND I’M REALLY EXCITED BECAUSE ELSA IS AMY.
Someone needs to make a dreaded Disney princess.
It would be cool if you decided to finally be dry.
That girl who washed you 12 hours ago.