One day, a classmate commented my new haircut, he asked me why i have this boyish look? "Maybe you're in despair?" as he giggled to laugh...I spent minutes looking up myself at the mirror ..."Am i really in despair?" No, not in my hair..Deep inside pins started pricking and refreshed the undying scar. Let me tell you the story...
I was a teenager once, walking hand in hand with someone I adored. A man who promised not to break my innocent heart. I feel at ease,believing every promising words he say, thinking that he was one of a kind. But all those words were only sweet lies that turned this heart into pieces after I learned his infidelity.All expectations puffed and carried away by the wind. I was deeply hurt. Studies, work and attitude were affected. I tried to be optimistic, I cut off our communication to put things back to normal.
Its not in my hair anyway. I decided to have this new look because it was my friend's suggestion, it suited with the shape of my face and I'm comfortable with it.
Although i had this unhappy love affair, it has nothing to do the look i have now. But from the psychological point of view, one never knows?
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