Three red streaks in my hair. I mean RED. Firetruck. Apple. Whatever you wanna call it. It's red and I love it.
My mom said: 'It doesn't look good." Thanks mom..
My dad said: 'You're killin me girl." I know.. Sorry.
I love it :) And it's just hair. It'll grow in time.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So I am making my own happiness.
Laur :)
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