my parents are used to seeing me chop more and more of it off each time that they no longer have any reaction. sad. then again, not like their reactions would make any difference.
it is damn fun to be able to have girly conversations and kinda-bitching sessions with your ex-teachers. and rediscovering why i love them so much in the first place. i really must keep in touch with them more often. i guess the more you grow up, the less age becomes an issue wrt friendship. maybe it's more of me having an issue in the first place.
btw, i wonder why i have to be the cheerleader for the people around me? where are mine?!?! not that i dont enjoy doing so since being aware of the bigger problems out there makes your worries pale in comparison.
ultimately, i live for myself. (yup, being a selfish ass as usual.) and if i feel fulfilled with the things happening around me, it's sufficient. i've stopped being unrealistic in hoping that things dont change. it sometimes take a fear of the unknown to shock your system into reality and what matters come tumbling back.
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