The story of the last time I cut my hair myself is not pretty. It was a winter 2011 Sunday. Jeff had left to take his brother and sister-in-law some dinner because they were sick and they were supposed to come over, but I just couldn't handle something like that at that moment.
Before Jeff left he made me promise I wouldn't hurt myself. I promised him I wouldn't. I had calmed down quite a bit. He didn't want to leave, but I insisted because I hate being flaky even though I am probably one of the flakiest girls ever.
But when I get super depressed and few thoughts in my head are rational, I sometimes feel like I need to break something. I promised Jeff I wouldn't hurt myself, so that was out of the question. I wanted to throw something and break it, but I didn't want the neighbors to hear. So I cut off 11 inches of my hair.
I can't really explain why I feel like that other than it is rooted in depression and feeling so horrible on the inside that I want to destroy something. I haven't felt like that in a long time. I'm greatly more emotionally healthy these days thanks to counseling, medication, and my own efforts.
But a few days ago I cut off my hair again. This time for bangs because I was trying to thin out my eyebrows, but accidentally hacked off too much of my right brow. I'm not sure why I thought I needed to thin my eyebrows. But I love having bangs! Especially in the winter when they don't stick to your forehead from sweat and they can peak out of beanies.
I want to dye my hair again, but I'm going back and forth from dying it red from a box (gotta save the dollar bills) or getting part of it bleached so I can dye it My Little Pony colors.
P.S. I used this YouTube tutorial to cut my bangs.