about wanting to chop off my hair, but yesterday I did it and I feel so much better. I grew it out over the summer, because it was hot and felt nice to pull it off my neck, and I got to thinking that it would be fun to have long hair again that I could do stuff with like braids. But then it was medium length forever, too long to look cute loose and too short for anything but a ponytail. And I kept waiting, thinking that I wanted it to get all long, and feeling sadder and less cute every time I looked in the mirror. So then at 11 o’clock last night I just blunt-cut it all off. It’s a little short, actually, but when it grows out a bit I’ll layer it and all, but I feel like me again, which is strange because I had very long hair most of my life. But not in Portland.