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Napaisip tuloy ako kung bakit ayaw ko bumalik sa black hair. Maybe it& #39;s a symbolism of the days where I wasn& #39;t broken and I know I& #39;m not totally healed yet so I dye my hair to pretend that I& #39;ve changed or to have another chance to restart.
Just maybe.
Just maybe.
Maybe I dye my hair to have a sense of control over my life. That I chose to do it and I like doing it. With every color, I experience something new.
Maybe the & #39;first times& #39;. With every color, a set of memories to look back to. Some kind of diary.
Maybe the & #39;first times& #39;. With every color, a set of memories to look back to. Some kind of diary.
I met him when I had black hair. Tried moving on and getting my life back together the first time I bleached my hair. Green reminds me of my friend who& #39;s the reason why I enjoy dyeing my hair. It also reminds me of another guy. Peach for my graduation. Blue was a blur.
Purple really made me feel good; galaxy feels. Teal for no rome. Red is always about Paramore. Orange for Halloween. Brown was used during my kalat days.
Maybe for others it& #39;s just a & #39;color& #39;. It& #39;s totally fine. I understand. We all have stories that are left untold. Feelings that we never express.
this thread is just what my scorpio moon feels expressed by my pisces mercury
