Yesterday, I went back to my natural hair color (SFX: angels sing).

I just couldn't take the stress and financial strain of the upkeep. Not to mention the tinge of betrayal experienced by my soul each time I looked in the mirror. Over the last few months, whenever anyone paid me a compliment regarding my hair (nothing major...just like, "Hey, your hair looks nice today" sort of thing) I would grab some strands and shout, "THIS IS NOT THE REAL ME!" Said person would then wonder why he/she had bothered acknowledging my appearance seeing as I am at war with myself and unable to receive a compliment.

Just for today, I can be a brunette.