It may be wonderful to look at, but I am in hair hell

When I got into high school I found fashion. I could wear something different to school to get different reactions from people. At the peak of my fashion experimentation I wore some huge black tents for pants. I could fit a person in each pant leg, and they were hot. It was the middle of summer, and my sister couldn’t understand why I would wear something like that.

“You should sacrifice yourself for fashion. That’s a shallow thing to do, don’t you think?” she said.

She had a point, but I didn’t care; I wanted to wear the big pants. I soon got over the fad just like most everyone else, but I am brought back to the question. My hair has grown out of control, and now I have a massive bush in my eyes, my ears, and my mouth.

Hair Hair Hair, all the hair hair hair hair hair hair hair.

Other people enjoy it much more than I do. They get to look at it, and be amazed at its size and softness. For me it is just a pain. It comes out and leaves a trail of hair wherever I go. Then ends no longer feel soft on my skin, but rather dead and rough, sticky to the touch and clumped together.

Every time I think about cutting it someone comes along and begs me to call it off. Just let is go a little longer. So here I am, with hair down past my shoulders. The only advantage at this point is it makes a good pillow when I go to sleep.

I shouldn’t sacrifice myself for fashion. I am going to get it cut, at least a trim to get rid of all the dead ends, and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it. I don’t have the money to get it cut though, and this is where you and your friends come into play. You have already done a great service by coming to CricketSoda and reading this column. Thanks. Still, if you would like to do more, you can. Please, I need a haircut, and a few dollars can make this happen.

Please make a donation. I will send you a picture of my cut hair, and my love along with the love of my room mates who care, and my friends who pretend to care. Please, get me a haircut.

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