It's that time of night again kids. The time where I know I should be in bed. I need to be in bed. And yet somehow I end up back on Max's couch once again. Oh dear.
It's sad really.. Almost as sad as the state of my hair.
It's not this.
I wish it was more like this.
I took it for granted when it looked like this.
And I am biding my time till it's just like this.
Why is it us women are never truly happy with our hair.
Or is it just me? I can't stand my hair being boring or ordinary it actually hurts me. I'm known for my hair and style. This is me..