oh hair!

Oh hair why can't we get along? I've accepted that you will never give me luscious long locks and tried meeting you half-way, but even then you chose to hang limply. So I have tried layers but then you leave me with too little underneath. You refuse to give me any volume despite all of the extra special treatments I've given you; sprays, creams, conditioners, color... So I cut you to my chin in hopes you would respond with a little more bounce, which you did, and we were both happy for a little while. But then you decided to leave me with little in front. So I tried a heavier bang hoping to cover those bare spots, and now you've left me nothing in back. So here I am, much shorter than you or I wanted to go, but at least I can always count on you to grow. So go ahead and grow. I will try and be patient while you do if you will try and work with me in the meantime. Then we can start this fun process all over again...