You know what I really like about myself? My thick brown hair and the fact that I don't feel anything, not anything at all, when I cut it off. If I am to change on the inside, I think I need to transform on the outside as well. That way, the new me is more transparent, more easy to notice. Here, far away from home, I can experiment, I can afford to make more mistakes, for I know they won't follow me when I return. It's still so far away, yet somehow I grow more afraid of it each passing day. If I come back, and have nothing to show for it, then what was the point? In a perfect situation I threw life down the drain, and now all I can do, is hope I flush up one step closer to my dreams...
