EmoHippieMushroom

I cut my hair with a pair of rusty scissors on the eve of my sixteenth birthday.  That morning my mother screamed. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?! YOUR GORGEOUS HAIR?!" I cut it off. "WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Because this feels more like me. Because I'm tired of being confused. Because for once, just once, I want to look like I feel. And not feel this emptiness. I raided my older brother's closet the week before that Christmas.  He didn't get mad, he just got quiet. "…don't you have your own clothes?" Yes. "'…then why do you need mine?" Because this feels more like me. Because this lets me cover