An extensive study of my hair being a bitch

Let me start out by saying what a nasty case of the sads I have about this subject. Normally, my hair brings me nothing but bland feelings of indifference. Some days my feelings are certainly shaded with frustration and longing for more volume as my hair sits limply on my head, just being limp…limply being stupid and lackluster and stupid and dull and slightly frazzled on the ends and maybe completely neglected by me other than by my neurotic thoughts and my vicious purchase/return cycle of hair products at Sephora. But mostly my feelings about it are bland.

At least they were.