Anyways i'm proud of bald women. You see, i can't live without my hair unlike them. & certainly if my brown hair is "poof", my above would look like a BIG heart-shaped to my petite frame. So even though it gives confidence to cancer patients, i still can't bring myself to do it unless unless unless you buy me wigs. Looks isn't everything. i know that.
Okie i decided planning for my future now is like planning for my wedd in half a dozen yrs time. Yes. Even my other half agrees on that. I want to do this that and that one. But all of them is a paltry existence in my world. Rawr.
Anyhow today, 1 nov... no more impending confusion. I am travelling back in time to . . . i mean travelling back to my old house to dig out some nostalgic family stash. I certainly hoped my dolls are still there haha. But i deduced all has disposed of after 7 long yrs. At least i'll hold some other visible treasures of my past.
I love oblivion. It means you'll be comtemplating on your own state of mind transcend to knowing more would kill you.
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