what's gone is gone

I've always admired the skill of the barber, how do they know where to cut and where not to?
I also admire their coolness, they act like everything is alright even though they made too much of a cut or accidentally cut off ur bangs...This whole haircut kind of thing is definitely not easy.

This weekend, I finally had the courage to cut the long and disgusting hair on my head. Despite talking about this for weeks, my hair has finally come to a point when hair clay and hair spray have basically no use at all.

So, I take up the trimming scissors, take a deep breath and start chopping.

Due to the nature of my personality, I like to rush through everything. And at most times, I tend to seek quantity instead of quality.

Maybe I should've treated my hair more seriously, maybe just a little bit.
Then maybe, the right side wouldn't be so short
And maybe my head would look balanced
And maybe my bangs wouldn't be so oddly placed.
And maybe I would look a bit less gross.

Sometimes I just wish life was like photoshop, a simple click of "ctrl-z" could give me my hair back.

I'm happy that my hair grows at a fairly high rate.