I guess I kind of deserve it, you know? I never paid it much attention. I hardly ever got it cut by a professional. I never blew it dry, didn't buy it any nice products. When my oncologist told me I would lose it, I said, "I don't care." That was probably the last straw.
I scrounged through many iPhoto libraries to find this, the prettiest picture of me and my hair. Don't we look happy together?
I don't want to brag, ya know, but just look at it. All golden and flowing and shit. And here's what I look like now:
If anyone wants me, I'll be in my room...with this song on repeat, 8th grade style.