Last night, i had my hand super itchy. I had these sudden redundant thoughts to trim my fringe. It really drives me to the extreme that i ended up laying my hand on the scissor. I over did it, yes 'congrats, for being so smart' my fringe look like a geek now. Headed to the salon for help it did some help however shorter :(

It add some damages to my looks. I'm downright depressed right now. People around me are kind enough with console. thankyou.

So here it goes, how could you feel deep within when one of the closest people on earth commented bluntly that you need plastic surgery on all features specifically? That moment of truth really struck me so badly. I was deeply affected such a 'remarkable' comment too distraught to even describe. Where have your conscience gone to?

Sugababes - ugly, is still song i'll always look to when it comes to this. Motivating song.