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When I was around seven years old, my mom decided to give me my first home perm. She spent a very long time on it, and when it was done, she said how cute she thought it was. I felt good about it - until I looked in the mirror. I was blonde then- this was before my hair darkened- and with a poofy halo of blonde hair, I looked ridiculous! I think now that I would probably think of it as "The Q-Tip look". I was so embarrassed, that I had my best friend, Gina, call me by her sister, Tonya's name when we went out to play. After a few minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore. I went back into our apartment , went into the bathroom, and started wetting down my hair. My mom was MAAAAAD! She kept talking about how much time she'd spent on it, and how I'd ruined it. Later, I don't know if it was that day, or the next, she said that she liked how it looked- with just a little bit of curl in it, and most of that on the ends. Huh. Okay, mom.

When people are hungry, they don't always treat you as if you're a human being. It's like Ann, at work says "Customers aren't people". Sometimes it feels that way.

I feel as if I'm losing my mind. The days go by in a strange fog- as if someone else has had control of my body- and by the time the fog clears, it's time to go to bed. I hate being forced to be a day person. I'm slow, awkward, and tired. And I complain far too much- obviously. I just don't feel like myself anymore- if there ever was such a thing as myself. Boo hoo big old pity party of one at table five!