What have I done, O Lord.

A few days ago, while I was under extreme pressure from all sides. Pressure on everything, I made the fatal decision to shave my head leaving only my princes lock. Never would I dream of cutting those few strands of special silky blond hair.

For five days I was pressured about it(my strands) , more extreme pressure; this time 110% pressurized at 110 Celsius. Forced to become the average zombie, yet again choosing the path of least resistance. I feel sick with myself, why can't I be more strong and say "fuck you" to whoever cares about my personal appearance, I mean. God why would someone be so intimidated by my hairstyle? Its just nasty, and now my wounds left by cutting my precious strands that until 1 hour ago held almost more value to me then life itself.

But every dog has its day.. and I'm no dog so byebye my random strands..

Heres a warning to all you outcast individuals out there, never listen to other peoples negative opinions on your styles, never carry out their wishes if they differ from your own. You'll regret it, we all have to pay the price for doing stupid things such as Bens "Scars of stupidity". Because my good men, under all that shit. Is your own personalized life. Its yours do with it what you will, and bitch slap anyone who tells you otherwise.

By a very distressed Jm