You. Are. Annoying. Don’t expect a reply.

I am done answering your nosy questions. I don’t have to and I don’t want to. Who the hell are you anyway?

And quit trying to talk to me. Stop greeting me “good morning”. There’s nothing good about my mornings, especially when you’re trying to get in my face. Creep.

I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t care about certain things anymore. Which is bad, because these things should be important to me. Well, they still are, I guess, but it’s just easier not to care sometimes. But I don’t think I’ll stay this way forever. At least, I hope not.

Well this is just great. A few months ago, I finally found the perfect hairdresser for me - and today I find out that he’s packing/already packed his bags for Japan. x_X And I am in dire need of a haircut right now!! My hair’s so long. Okay, so it’s not even past my shoulders, but it’s already too long for me. Must… find… good hairdresser!!