haircut.

I am going out to dinner tonight with some friends, so I decided to get a haircut. In the chair, I was thinking about how I have changed so much.

It really is strange thinking about how long ago it was that I was an awkward overweight pre-teen. I can't believe I used to wear those stupid wildlife t-shirts two sizes too big, and all those baseball caps.

Then, into middle school, when I discovered punk music and the glories of black nail polish. Back then, I was afraid and angry. I used to hate and envy every single person I saw in the hallways. Girls with pretty blonde hair and the latest new trends and colorful notebooks. All those boys gawking and drooling over them. It made me hate them. I got over it. Then, I started to make friends. Slowly.

My freshman and sophomore years I had a small group of close friends and I was still trying to define myself as a person. I had gained the attention of a certain boy and we ended up dating for almost two years. That was a mistake. But, I had gained a lot of friends through the first two years or so. I was dressing in bright neon, and skinny jeans. I cut my hair short, and dyed it a lot. Blonde, dark brown. That died out pretty quick though.

Then, junior year came around. Mistakes mistakes mistakes. It is all a blur for me, I try to block it out. But then I met this person who now means more to me than anything else in the whole world. He loves me for who I am, and he has helped me to become a better person. I don't know what I'd do without him.

Senior year is now. This has been the most emotionally trying year of my life, but probably one of the best so far. I've figured out who my real friends are. They are few. But I love them.