2nd April, 2008

I- I can't believe what she did.

She ... She ...

My hair ... My lovely, gorgeous hair ... It's ... ruined ...

I ...

Okay, since you have no clue what I look like, this wouldn't make much sense to you. My hair used to be blonde. Natural blonde. I never dyed my hair the colour it is ... was. I let my hair grow way past my shoulders, and it came down to my lower back. No expense was spared to make sure that my hair was lovely. I would pamper it with softening conditioners, frizz-ridding shampoos, and I straightened it to perfection, but not without adding liberal amounts of heat protecting mousse. My hair was absolutely gorgeous, even if I do say so myself.

Once I had it the right length, I got some streaks put in. Pink and blue, gorgeous colours. They went so well with my hair, and I loved them! I got them redone frequently, but my hair always stayed in perfect condition, despite the dyes that were put on it. And then she ... She ...

I have to applaude her for having the ultimate prank, though it was more torture and it was on the 2nd rather then the 1st.

She said she forgived me for the tin foil incident. And me, being the fool I am, believed her. She said that it really was okay, that she didn't like that guy much, and that she had to say, it was a bloody good prank. She complimented us on our perserverance ... And that's about when it went to hell.

I'll save you the details and say that an evil, back-stabbing bastard (Deren) knocked me out. And when I woke up ... My hair was gone! It was lying all around me, all my lovely locks and bangs and ... And ...

The hair that I had left only came to just about my shoulders. My shoulders! All my lovely hair! All of it was just ... It's traumatising thinking about what that bitch did! But oh no, that wasn't the worst of it. I might have been able to live if my hair was still it's lovely, gorgeous blonde colour ... but of course that wasn't going to happen.

She had dyed it.

And you want to know what colour she dyed it?

GINGER.

I want to die ...