The Impulsive Consequences

one morning, i woke up and realized my fringe was in a mess and i lost all the courage to trim them myself.
and that's when i decided i need a proper hair cut.
and from there, i realized i was with the same hairstyle for ages
and so i decided to change a little of it. A little i reminded myself.
but the Korean lady in the salon misunderstood me and chopped half of my hair.
*tears in my eyes* as she snipped more and more off.
it felt as if someone was stabbing a knife straight into my poor heart.
and
for now, my hair is no longer the same. =(

and after 19 years, something for sure, i absolutely hate going to the salon and dentist. my greatest fear of all.