I have lice. Bad. I'm a walking plague. I broke my brush, so I'm using one from Brooke. They just keep ******** coming. I just can't ******** get rid of them! So I'm in the shower, shoveling bugs out of my hair, along with fourty or fifty strands of hair at a time, sometimes more, and I'll go back to a spot just to make sure, and they're back. I hate me. I'm disgusted at myself. And when things just can't seem to get more hopeless, the brush breaks. The METAL brush breaks. It ******** BREAKS. That was it. I just sank to the shower floor with the brush still stuck in my hair and cried. I was covered in hair and bugs. I almost threw up. I kept thinking of having to shave all of my hair off, and I had to cover my face with my hands to muffle my sobs. I can't lose my hair. I just can't. I'll never be able to stop crying. My house is full of mirrors.
 Captain_Cynic · Mon Apr 09, 2007 @ 03:54am · 1 Comments |
