It's official. I am cutting my hair Friday at 3 o'clock, and there's no turning back. I already made the appointment, and I won't let myself stress out and not come.

I am scared of having my hair cut. I am scared of doing all the things that are final. That I cannot redo. If I dye my hair than it's never permanent dye. If I will ever get a tatoo maximum it's going to last is a couple of months. If I will ever get married I will alwayzs know that once there's something I should get out of I can go ahead and get divorced.

I am scared of having husband, and having kids, tatoos, smoking, permanent haircolor, and having my hair cut more than two inches. But this time, I will not make a scene over 5 inches of my lovely curly hair that I love so much. Because I've decided so. And I know what's right for me.

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