Hair.

It's surprising how much hair dye can change a person. I dyed my hair brown on Valentines day. Well... technically it was the morning after at 3 a.m. I felt like shit because Shea trampled my heart and I felt betrayed by my friends. So dying my hair sounded like a good idea. The way it makes me feel is amazing. I feel sexy and confident. For once in my life I am capable of saying I look hot without some form of alcohol. I love it. The best part was how easy it made it to get over him. I already feel sorry for him. He gave this up. That boy just doesn't have the balls to tell me that he doesn't like me. He is the one Andrew warned me about so long ago. The one who things he is being nice by beating around the bush but in the end he just hurts you more. I just hope that he sees me and feels like he lost something special. But maybe I'm not special. Maybe I'm just some crazy chick who was so in to him that I dyed my hair to get his attention. I wish there was a way of saying that I'm not that girl to him.