CasperIsLonely

I look in the mirror with the scissors in my hands. Rethinking my thoughts. I stop myself and think.... I'll be fine. What are they gonna do? Kill me? I slice the scissors and which it fall to the floor. My whole life I've been waiting for this. I guess I went a little overboard, I kept shipping the scissors. I thought I would be sad, but I was happier than I'd ever been! I smiled looking at the news is left on the floor. Finally looking back up at the mirror...My hair looked amazing!