From the moment my chest-length hair was cut last July, I knew no boundaries.
My efforts. My asset. My hair. My goldilocks hair.
When the hairdresser told me that it needs some trimming and style because of the split ends, I mourn in defeat. I need my locks to grow in full length. ;_; boooohoooooo~
AND NOW THEY ARE SLOWLY GROWING AND REACHING OUT FOR MOI'. (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ
I shout in horrid joy. Oh.
Trying to perk up a smile.
You are my small happiness. ♥