When you lose a lover it's like getting a bad haircut. It grows back in time.

I have officially changed gender. From girl to boy, if someone was wondering. How did this happen, you ask? Well, I booked an appointment at a hair-dresser, and told her I wanted it short.

I was picturing something like this:

What I ended up with was this:

Not cool.

Now I just have to stay inside for two weeks, until the hair grows out again. God timing, considering that I should stay inside anyway, to study for my exams. 

To be fair to the hairdresser, I did ask for a short haircut. And she thought it looked really good. 

I just don't feel like a girl anymore, that's all.