I got my hair cut. I look like a cow.

I didn't think it was possible for me to get any uglier.

And at first I was really depressed and insecure about it, but honestly I don't even care anymore

That whole ordeal with the student company thing taught me that I'm way more confident when I'm angry, and you know what?

I loved it

IT FELT SO GOOD TO FINALLY NOT CAAARE

Like, right then and there, I couldn't care less about anyone or anything, and yeah I admit I probably was a bit of a bitch, but they so deserved it and IT FELT AMAZING TO BE CONFIDEEEENT

So I've decided that I'm not gonna care about anyone's opinions anymore =3= If I'm gonna be ugly, then at least I'm gonna be proud and ugly :3

I've been insecure my entire life and I'm sick of it, so from now on, imma do my own thing and if someone doesn't like it, then that's their problem because I don't give a fuck

I'd much rather be confident and happy than insecure and sad anyway

Plus, in only a few years, I'm never gonna see most of these people again, so why should I even care what they think about me?

I'm gonna move to Canada, go to an art school and be one of those art nerds with colored hair in messy buns and ponytails, wearing oversized hoodies and lazy clothes and constantly walking around with coffee because I probably got 3 hours of sleep

I'm actually really looking forward to that XDD