I had been wanting to cut my hair for years but when I finally did it
I didn't feel as free as I had expected to feel. I thought I would have
some kind of revelation, like, 'yes. this is it. this is the way it's
supposed to be.' but I just felt the same.

It is easier to take care of now, though. So I guess it's not all bad.
I suppose I was just waiting for something to happen. Something
identity-wise. But I'm still the same person, or lack thereof.