I'm lying here in bed, thinking about life/spam texting my sister, and I have to tell you, I'm very disappointed in myself. When I was a kid I aspired to become Michelangelo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I've failed myself. I took a good, long, hard look in the mirror (metaphorically speaking, I cant stand looking at my face for that long) and I noticed that I'm nowhere near Teenage Ninja Turtle Material.
Mutant, yes. Ninja. no.
I've let my six year old self down.
I also acknowledge that I never moved in with my best friend from first grade (as planned in first grade), to a house on the beach with lots of windows, where no boys are allowed. I'm a disgrace to my Youthful expectations!! If you need me I'll just be in the back of my closet sitting on my shoes and crying. Sorry for crushing your dreams little me, I'm also sorry about that haircut, you should have thought that one through a little more. It'll grow, you must endure.
I have another bad haircut now actually, its literally as if everything and nothing has changed!! I woke up yesterday and said to myself "Hey! I think I'll make my hair wavy and poofy and dry looking" which was a bad idea because I ended up looking like Ginger from "As told by Ginger"
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I leave you with this.
-Liz
