Insecurity

It seriously bothers me that I look like shit compared to when I was 18. I don't tell the whole world this, but it fucking sucks. My whole life, I always had great hair, and now it looks like it's been chewed up by a vacuum and spit out.

It's like an identity that I lived with my first 22 years is really starting to turn for the worse. It hasn't changed in about 4 years, but I hate the way it looks, and I don't know if it's going to get worse or not.

I hate sounding like a bitch because some people have it worse, but I have to get it out. I don't look beautiful like I used to, and it's all because of my fucking hair. And the worst part is, the more I lose, the more I'll NEVER get back. This 1 life, those 22 years of having a full head of hair, are ALL over and they're never coming back for me. It's adjusting that I need to force myself to face, but I can't. Because I'll always be reminded that I used to look better.

I wish I could scrape it out of my mind, but the fact remains that I'm 26 and counting, and this year just shot by so fucking fast...