Call me Penny Lane. Welcome to my blog, this is kind of like being inside my head. So I apologize in advance, my head is a scary place sometimes, and the rest of the time is just chaos.
i think things over too much + i'm sick of everything about this place.
I am kind of a fucking mess.
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My hair is getting to the length where I have to have it braided or I sit on it, or put purse straps on it, or it gets stuck in my coat, or I wake up and it is a tangled mess. Or I move and it’s somehow stuck somewhere its not meant to be.
Wah. So not used to long hair, this is the longest it’s been since i was about 14.
That being said, I miss my dreads so hard, I mean my hair is finally in good condition and not wonky length from strands being broken from dreads. But I miss them.