I was looking at my appearance today and thought I sort of looked like Disney's Little mermaid. I wondered if you've ever thought I'm a quiet, shy little girl. Suddenly I was fed up of my hair so I cut them short and made them black. I don't really feel like myself now, but the adrenaline and sense of confidence I got made up for the sadness for cutting my beloved red hair. I feel hurt but angrier. It's a bittersweet feeling. I feel like someone else, who has never been abused or abandoned. I look ridiculously different, you would barely reconize me if we bumped into each other and this makes me so excited somehow.