"fashions fade, style is forever"~ Coco Chanel

i'm going to change my look, and therefore my life. today i look in the mirror disgusted. i'm ugly, spotty, fat. not to mention the state of my hair. i hate it. the way i look is awful.i'm going to grow out my hair, sort it out properly, bleach it. i'll get thinner, but not too thin, obviously. i've been lazy, but i'll get back on track when school comes around. i have to. 

if i could just convince my mum to let me bleach my hair, once i've grown it of course. but she's so set against it. bloody hypocrite. she's been dyeing her hair since she was TWELVE, for god's sake. and it's my hair anyway, i don't give a damn if she doesn't want me to. but it would be so much easier if she went along with it.

i get so angry with her when she's acting pathetic - which is like ALL THE TIME. she has good reason to be, i know, but it DOES NOT HELP when you've had a awful day and have a hella bad headache, and you come home to find your mother crying in the kitchen. and she always ends being upset after we've talked, even if it was the most mundane thing.

i'm getting too angry now, i feel like i'm going to punch her in the face.