Dear Hair

Dear Hair,

I hate you. You never look good when I wear my nicest outfits or when I meet the cutest boy on the street. Instead, you stay nice and frizz-free when I’m at home, wearing the ugliest clothes possible and looking like Katie Holmes on a bad day. Well, fuck you. Dah. Aku nak silent hour.

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