It's Sunday. Two Sundays ago I said I would get a haircut.
It's almost ten oclock on a Sunday night and I still look the same as two weeks ago. Nothing has changed. Well on my behalf I did wake up and tell mum I needed to get one but she said dad was busy. Despite how much I hate change and how i made my friends promise me that they would never ever let me get a fringe again, I actually need to get a hair cut, for reasons that I can't even begin to explain. But even more, recently I think i need it for the same reason that I've wanted all those things pictured above. And I hate needing things, so if this hair cut doesn't come before Saturday I am going to have a very anxious emo Zab week.
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