Hello,
Its been quite some time since I've written here, Just been sort of busy with things. I should say "Lazy" its way more accurate. So recently i made plans with my girlfriend for the 4th of July or Independence day, an american holiday celebrating our separation from the British, and we were going to go to the Beach. My foster mom said it would be best if i trim up my hair before i go. I agreed.

                  Now let me explain something. When i was first "admitted" into foster care, i made a promise to my mom. I told her i was not going to cut my hair until we were finally out of this mess. Now we did et out after awhile but i had become attached to my hair and felt i just shouldnt cut it. Then we went back to care. And out again, then finally back again. Now by this time my hair has been at my nipples, meaning length of course,. I never measured it but i think it was around 10 to 11 inches long. My foster mom fucking cut 5 inches off. FIVE FUCKING INCHES. Now i was ok with a trim to straighten things up down their. But when i got home to see my hair above my shoulders i broke down. I could not believe that because of this fucking bitch, i broke my promise to my now deceased mother. She had just cut off all that i had left from when i was little. How was it that after i had lost everything, everything i had fought for and everything i had tried ever so hard to keep, That this bitch could just cut it all off.

       So now i look fucking ridiculous and to preserve my outward appearance, i have to completely cut my hair. I planned on doing so once i went to get my License but this fucking prick just ruined it. I have never been so lost. I know what you may be thinking, like its just hair. Thats what i used to think but i have made it something more. Nobody could possibly understand what i feel inside right now. So tomorrow i am going to cut it all of and i think i am going to style it kind of like Porter Robinson. Or something of that nature.

     In other news, lol. I finished my summer English class. Now i start P.E. on monday which is better. So just now (Like 5 minutes ago) my girlfriend put on makeup to try the look out. She sent me a picture and i said i didnt like it. Now i dont understand why but the look of makeup scares me and i dont like it, so to preserve her feelings i just said it looks weird and she now thinks that i called her ugly. She isnt mad at me just a little hurt and i cannot figure out what to say to make her feel better. I keep calling her beautiful but she keeps asking what looks bad about it. I knew this would come up at one point or another but nothing could have possibly prepared me for the extreme pessimism that she is displaying.

                I am going to go tend to this issue so i will write later or another time.
                                                                               -River Clark