Struggsville, Population: Me

     Wanna know what my week has been like? This, pretty much. This is a thing that actually happened. I'd been freaking out about whether or not my hair was pretty enough for...life, I guess, and Amanda told me "You're only miserable because of your hormones. Next week you'll feel better" to which I responded, from my fetal position in the floor,  "Then I don't want to have hormones anymore!" Then I cried for a while and ate some ice cream. The end.