So this past Wednesday morning, my parents came over and accused me of huffing butane and being a hardcore druggie, when I haven't touched anything other than prescriptions in my life. (The only - I really do mean only - reason they thought all of this is because I own a lighter and a small can of lighter fluid. I don't smoke, so they jumped to conclusions.) They also said that basically, since I don't wanna share the details of my personal life with them of my own free will, I should go see a psychotherapist. As you may be able to understand, this upset me and caused all the trust that had built up in the past month to go right down the pooper once again. That night, I decided it was time for a change, so I took a scissors to my hair.

It's shorter in the back than in the front, and the front looks a bit longer than it really is in this picture. I've had long hair all my life, so this is a big deal for me. In other news, I do believe this is the first available photo of my new apartment

Edit: Jesus christ, sheep o_x