Mad, concieted & ridiculous.
I write, imagine, plot, dream.

In the words of Samuel Pepys, I'm pretty much "mad, conceited and ridiculous." In that order.

Well shit…

I cut my bangs. Short. I got carried away. Only tomorrow will tell how disastrous this is and if I will have to go through a week or two of that awkward it’s-growing-in period before I look normal again. Let’s all hold hands and hope I didn’t completely fuck my shit up.

"I missed you the way someone misses a train."
― Me