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“Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
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I feel like my life has a weird sense of humor in the ways it fucks me. In high school, too young to make any change / self improvement of my life. Too young for surgeries, too young to have freedom from my strict parents rules, too young to flourish with my ND delayed maturing brain. Now that I’m out of high school and grown, Norwood reaper decided to absolutely grape my hair follicles and ravage the silky beautiful hair I had at the elderly age of 18. Holy fuck, as I scratch away at my dht-damaged, frizzy, ever thinning hair, I remember just a few years ago how my fingers would get stuck whenever I would run them through my silk shiny dirty blonde mane. Hair quality is absolutely in the gutter right now and I can’t even have multiple layers beautifully flowing over each other anymore because of the loss. The only good feature I ever had, decimated before 20. Life is cruel.
