When my hair was still long, I had this weird habit. Every time life got too heavy, I'd grab scissors and cut a tiny piece off of my hair. And at first, it was barely anything, just enough to make me feel like I had something fresh in me, you know? Nothing big, nothing anyone would notice or ask about. But over time, as things got harder, I started trimming a bit of my front hair into bangs. And then one day, I just went for it and shaved my head completely.
June, nothing's really changed. Except maybe how often I move my stuff around or wash my pillowcase because, yeah, I still cry most nights. The suicidal thoughts haven't left either. They just... sit there. Quieter maybe.
However, Hanzo said that death isn't the end. And I don't know if that's true, but I believe him.
I don't know what's next. I'm not even sure what I'm waiting for. But for now, I'm still here. Still breathing. Still trying.
Speaking of Hanzo, I'm now at episode 307.
