My hair has been fucked up, once again, by a team of hair stylists. It is repulsive. I cannot believe I was stupid enough to fall into my mothers' "But it will help you so much, no more frizz, imagine paris!". My hair will be horrid for Paris, not at all how i wanted it. No flapper-esque class, no more messy charm. No, no, no.I am a fool. A fool with horrible hair.
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