Monday, 27 January 2014
I got my haircut. To say the least I hate it, I can't have had more than four inches off but it looks so short. (So short that nobody could notice I'd had it cut not even when I pointed it out.) I vow to never cut my hair again. I finally got an interview for my first college choice but now, I just want to stay at my schools sixth form. New teachers, friends and a new bus route? It seems a little too scary for me. Then again, I don't think it'll be good if I curl up in a duvet cocoon and shut the refuse to acknowledge what's out there, that wouldn't go too well. I've come to the conclusion that I fear any sort of change but I have a choice to make.
1) Love my shorter hair, go to college and be totally positive about it.
2) Grow my hair back out and go to sixth form and feel safe.
Oh the dilemmas we face, if this is what being a teenagers like then I certainly don't want to be an adult. And like all times when I need something to push me in the right direction, I head to pinterest for some lovely words of encouragement. Ah pinterest, where would I be without you.