  Hair is something I suddenly have a bit of and makes my image in the mirror look very unfamiliar to the girl I always expect to see. My hair gets on my nerves these days, but I am putting myself and my endurance to the test, and I am going to stick this "hair-growing" out as long as it takes for my hair to look pretty.
If it ever will. Sometimes I just don't think my head or my hair was made to have long hair. And I think I am fundamentally missing the element needed to grow hair to any lenghts. I just do not understand the point of having long hair. It's completely beyond me. Sure, all this redness growing out of my head is pretty nice but having hair is actually kind of like having a pet! You have to give it water and nourishment, brush it and pet it for it to be nice. It also gets in your way and leaves hairs everywhere around the house.
It needs constant love and care. One cannot "forget" about it for a weekend and then come back to it. Oh no, disaster will have struck by then. But, I am going to be strong. I am going to grow my hair at least until this Au-Pair time is over. I will !!
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