I hate my hair!
No character whatsoever.
Just a bundle of long, silky smooth, lovely-to-hold, fragrant black hair.
Hang on, that sounded nice.
But I miss my old hairdo.
The one that made me look unique and even weird.
The short, rockstar-ish ‘do that made me want to take a guitar and write a song.
The one you don’t dare touch.
In January I will have my hair cut.
Something new for the new year.
Maybe I should try something else.
Not the rock star look, not this Maria Clara style either.
If I grew a beard, will people finally remember my name?
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