I got sudden desire to cut my hair and not to color it anymore. Maybe is because I feel I have no desire to keep it like this, it's been years since I cut it properly. Not centimetre or two, but whole mile down the road.
Time for change has come, my hair will go first, now or in the fall, but the hair will fall!
I need that right now. If I don't like it it will grow up. But in the light of french music and melody of memories I think I'm ready. Cap! And it will be gone.
Like everything gone. Erasmus gone, love gone, it seems only apropriate to celebrate it that way.
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