I GOT MY HAIR DONE.

So, I did it. I got my hair done.

The main reason I didn't do anything to my hair in the last year was because my best friend couldn't get her hair done. In fact she lost the beautiful hair she had.

How could I flaunt a new hairdo infront of someone I loved so much, going through something like that?

It was wrong.

After she passed on, I still couldn't muster up the normalcy or the "moving on" of getting my hair done.

It still felt wrong.

I thought I was good to go this weekend, but as I sat in the chair getting my hair coloured it all felt so wrong.

Something I've always loved so much just made me so damn sad and guilty.

Sad she never had the chance to do her hair again.

Sad I couldn't get her opinion before going like we always did.

Sad she wasn't going to text me after to send her a picture.

Guilt that I'm able to, and she can't.

Guilt that I'm being so superficial when I should just be happy to have my hair.

That's grief.

Unpredictable.

It comes and goes as it pleases.

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