Got myself a haircut again. The shorter the better. I remember when there was a time in secondary school and all I wanted was to have precious flawless flowing locks, as long as Rapunzel's could be. I guess people change. So did my intentions. I can pass off for a butch if it weren't for my not-so-flat chest. I'll never go back to repeat secondary school even if a fairy godmother would have given me a chance. School was hell. The people in school were the working devils and my form teacher was Hades. Whenever I look back at photos of the past, I am reminded of myself during those days of hell. That black boring hair that I kept itching for it to grow faster. Snip, snip, snip! Off goes my horrible school days.
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