Goodbye to Frizzy Hair (Life!)

Yesterday, I just had my hair cut. It wasn't just the usual two inches I always have, but around 4 or 5 inches I guess. From almost-wait-length hair, my hair is down (or up??) to 2-3 inches below my shoulders. According to Abby, that's a lot.

My Dad doesn't want me to cut it real short, he thinks it's such a waste to cut it short. It wasn't really super short, but just too short for my parents approval.

So why cut my hair short?

1. It really needs the cut. I have to cut the frizzy end of my hair I acquired from always having my hair layered.
2. It is summer. It is hot (like me. @_@). Get the picture?
3. I am curious how I would look like with shorter hair.
4. For once, I won't have to follow my mom's "suggestion" regarding my hair.
5. And maybe Rey was right, something to do with psychological reason: Letting go.

While the parlorist was cutting my hair, a thought suddenly came rushing. I have to let go. Of what? Of some people. Of some emotions. Of depression. Maybe, this is about time I do this.

It would be wishful thinking if I wish that everything goes with the hair I decided to let go of. But it isn't so bad that at least, the bad emotions and the depression goes with it entirely.

Just like my hair now, better without the frizzy ends which actually made my hair looked so dull, I wish I would be better, more lively, as if reborn.

I wish I would be a better person not only for myself but for my loved ones too.

I wish.