Or should I say, what am I trying to cure? My hair started falling out when I was 9. I've lost "love", been angry, been depressed, been there... I'm done with that. I don't care if there's a cure for hair growth anymore. I can only hope that there's a cure for insecurity, shallowness, and feeling left out. Self acceptance? Emotional growth? It would be like trying to find a cure for a dysfunctional society. I wonder who made these crazy rules anyway. Stupid rules about how everything should be that are broken regularly. Unspoken rules that are at the same time so darn LOUD. Rules that sneak into my dreams and take me into a life that isn't real. Where I'm swimming and riding roller coasters. Where I'm not afraid to swing or hang upside down on the monkey bars.

**On a lighter note, I found a hairstyle that makes me look like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, but caramel colored. 

I'm determined to change something inside me that redefines the rules. Being different makes me strong, but feeling like a complete freak makes me stronger. Here's to one less day of resting in pieces.