Goodbye thy hair.

Having long hair to me is like a trademark, comfort zone, a piece of accessory I have with me every time and everywhere. And it's gone now. So empty. Like my soul has taken away by the scissors. Nobody can understand how I feel. You might think it's just hair what. No big deal. But since young, my mother wouldn't allow me to grow my hair longer after my ear and this could be my very first to grow til my belly button. I can't believe I actually agreed to my mom to bring me to the salon to cut 3 inches of my hair but it turns out to cut double the inch. That moment, really, no words could comprehend the shock I was in when I saw the result of my hair. I was reduced to tears immediately. Uncontrollably, I cried from the salon to my house. This is how bad it is. I swear salon now is the most dreadful place ever. Disappointment. Worse nightmare. My friends around me who wants long hair like mine always say this and never have I thought that one day I would wish for this:

Grow hair grow....................