few years ago I decided not to ever cut my hair, it almost had pubic hair, brought me twine. Between my mother and a fag (he does not deserve be gay, gay is cool and nice) caused trauma and now I do not know whether or not to cut my hair. I tell them.
Long ago, in my desire to have long hair so I neglected a lot. I untangled it carefully, I washed it very rude, used many chemicals such as hair spray and not rewarded with oil change or at least a day without junk in the head. Very cruel on my part, I know.
Her hair was done, literally, a shapeless tangle as they grow and not to cut the layers, that was intended, it became to be straight and curly hair have screwed up one of my concerns was to dry as it looked dry very bizarre, even for me. So my mother, for not having a wreck aspect daughter told me "Tomorrow we will cut you that greñero. And I screwed up.
If the case was exposed as bad as what my mother was a fact that would cut my hair quite a stretch, but I trusted that everything would be fine. The next day the case was worth more cock than planned. Turns out someone at work my mother had the great idea of \u200b\u200bstress or it was angry and upset with the world, including me. Mistakenly, and by instinct more than anything, I stopped as I was scolding unjustified. It gets worse. As we all
angry at the fag that Before that he was still gay, and my mother agreed that the first victim was me. Has begun to emerge and my mother said George, looking battered despúntale everything, I even think there is ugly, and the mirror alcansé to see him a couple of signs, and why I feel the joto ( now if he had won) cut my hair until the beginning of the neck. I swear I had not so eager to hit someone gay in my life. I'm not homophobic, in fact one of my best friends (or friends?) Is gay, not gay or fucking fag, which cut my own hair. Finally, continuous. I thought it was just nerves, so it momentarily ignored. Completed its work and was looking in the mirror I had a bitch. Mojado did not look so deadly, but not looked good, he said.
I came to bathe, you know to remove the whiskers are cut you. I went and pissed me dry my hair more. The very fucking stupid to cut him, he left when it dried straight and looked like a whore bell. Traumante pass was a hair to the waist in a couple of minutes to have arribita shoulders. And no, if I looked like I ironed Nana Osaki. Running my hair was no longer rosando my back, no way, now seemed a petty paragüitas that opened and closed. I refused
to cut my hair until a few months ago where a guy took me to a place he liked. The guy who attended was gay and left me a decent hair cut, I had holy hand because the dude with scissors and just managed to revive my curls, I'd better ring to commercial bottle. But not everything lasts and I have long hair again, and a little bit abused, you know those split ends that arise, nothing severely wrong. And as the guy is too far I'm considering going to the fucking fag again, but my own for my mother to tell sign-Rapala.
Or else grow my hair long and all fucked up and battered, after all, could argue that style is "Grunge" or "Garbage."
-Ryoko, Miucha-
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