War Journal Day-3

I'm sad, I just came back from the barber, or should I say the butcher. He slaughtered my hair. I feel so bad because I actually led my hair to it's death bed. Now it just lies on the floor motionless. All life drained from it. Like a paralyised leg which can't move. my hair was part of me and I fought to keep it. I kept it for 9 months. Now it's gone. Just like that, one sentence and it was gone. I know I sound wierd, making a big hoo haa 'bout my hair but I really loved it. I really miss it. Looks like I've made a lot of stupid decisions this week.

Goodbye my hair, you'll always have a place in my heart.
Goodbye