Pink Hair: Day 1

I dyed my hair pink-ish. I'm so excited.

But....

A young man I am quite close friends with, asked me, why I can't just keep my hair black like a normal pretty little girl. He was implying that normally I was pretty...

That's why I like it pink. I'm not pretty, so the only alternative is fun and weird. I mean I like pink, so that's why I chose it, but if I can't be pretty I might as well have fun.

But...

I also wanted to see if it would change the way people saw me. It has, but there are people above it. A girl I love dearly as a close friend didn't squeal and freak out when she saw me per usual. I will give her the benefit of the doubt and say we were at church. But, I don't care. I like the hair.

Pueri: Day 3

He's so freaking cute. You know who I'm talking about every bi or straight girl and bi or gay boy knows who I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the boy that you always think about and you just can't get off your mind. The one who you would love to just spend an enormous amount of time with. Yeah, I'm talking about him.

But I also know it's unrequited. I know and it makes me get this feeling. Once again EVERYONE knows this feeling. It starts in my toes, and I crinkly my toes. Wherever goes, I know that you won't ever return this feeling. And it sucks.

It sucks the one guy I'm into, thinks I'm a weirdo and just a friend. By the way, I'm having a hang out with him Saturday. Why do I subject to letting myself be sucked into his charisma that hurts me. I don't know.

~Hopelessly in like