i was going to get my hair color restored today. i had a past school picture, for reference, to show the lady what shade i want to return my hair to. but it didn't happen. but as i sat there, waiting for her to paint deadly chemicals on my head, i stared down at my school picture. it was last year's. in it i was suppressing a smile at the goofy photographer and my face was perfect. no dark circles, no blemishes. i looked happy even though at that point i was in a new school and had no friends. but now, i would love to look the way i did then...
so i guess my hair has been "restored", because the lady said my hair won't be it's natural color until it grows out. so she lightened it and high-lighted it, and now my hair is a pumpkin shade with golden highlights. it sounds a lot nicer than it looks. so now i'm just sad and wistful and tired and wish that somehow, somewhere, there was a place for me.
