Sometimes I think about cutting bangs again. I like bangs. I look good in bangs. But, I have this little evil twirl on one side of my forhead that fucks it all up, so it is so much work to get the bangs to stay down and look OK. If I go outside and the wind comes at me the bangs is messed up as soon as look at it, which sucks. And still I can’t get the thought out of my head… I don’t think I’ll cut it though, because I really like being able to pull all the hair away from my face and put it in a pony tail without having it hanging in the way of my eyes, so there. It’s just me being stuck again.

Today I have passed the mirror a couple of times and thought the thought that I kind of look like a dark brown-haired Snow White. Not a bad thought, not at all. I like it :) It almost makes me want to go back to black, haha. But nah, I’ll keep it brown for now. Brown and without bangs, that’s the way it should be I think.

…or red. But that will be back soon enough :) I’ll enjoy being a brunette for a while now, and then I’ll go redhead again.

ANYWAY this is boring so yeah, whatever. What I really wanted to say is this: I am tired and going to bed now. Good night :3

You may have told me you never read books. Lots of people never does. I can name four of you just like that, and I bet I know a lot more. Me, I grew up in books. I didn’t have friends in the same way everyone else did. I was a lonely child, and I was a lonely grown-up-to-be. I had friends, yes. But I think I found more solace in my books. Good old reliable books, with your soothing words and stiff binders.

And here I am. I am a book. I wear my feelings on my sleeve and I tell you everything you want to know about me. Perhaps I am a diary. There are a lot of things I keep secret. Trust me, I don’t ever share secrets. I keep them to myself, deep down in my heart where no-one will find them. And now I have to keep myself secret, in a way. I want to open the book and let everything pour out. I want you to take all my words and put them in context, and I want you to understand. But I am keeping them secret. It’s a revised book you get when you see me. The extended version is limited, and it’s only for loan if you show me that you can handle the truth.

I wish I could tell you more about the real me. I wish you wanted to know more about the real me. But I switched covers of my book when no one was looking and now you’re getting a story but perhaps not the real one..?

One day I’ll give you the real book. The one about me. With all pages solid and nothing ripped out. I don’t like ripping out pages, and I don’t like revised versions where things are changed or edited out. The real me. You think you can handle that?