Bleach on my head.
Hate doing my own hair. But it’s so much more affordable.
I miss my purple. Can’t get the dye anymore, so I’m taking a break. Maybe in the summer I’ll make a concerted effort to get my hands on it again.
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I’m worse off for having known you.
Permanent damage.
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Hungry. Tired.
Grateful. For my roommates, for kind friends, for generosity and care.
It makes it all hurt less.
