Hair

I cut off most of my hair today. It had been annoying me, and today wasn't really a good day. It had been annoying me because I had let it grow long so I could tie it up for an athletics trip, and my mum hadn't booked me a hairdressers appointment yet despite my constant reminders over the past few weeks since I got back. I've been having a lot of problems with my hair recently. I tend to tug at the hairs on my temple when I get stressed, and at the beginning of this week I pulled out half of my right eyebrow while I was reading. I didn't notice while I was doing it, but it took my mum two days to notice.

When I told her about me cutting my hair I called her up to come see it without telling her what it was. It took me pointing it out to her to notice. Sometimes it feels like she doesn't care. And maybe I'm just being teenager-y and annoying, but it still fucking hurts.

On the bright side, me and my sister have been getting on much better than we used to, due to the fact that we both now pretty much hate mum.