I Think My Mirror Is Broken!

So recently I've been playing with the split ends in my hair a lot. Ladies, you know what that means: it's time for a haircut. Actually, it was time for a haircut before it got to this point. I go in for a trim. And I'm sitting there as she's asking me what I want done to my hair. And the next thing I know, I'm telling her I want five inches cut off. Ugh, what? That's what I've been thinking since I got home. I've been trying to grow out my hair for forever, and I finally get it to about where I want it and I chop it off! Welp, while I'm at it, I might as well ruin the blonde hair I've finally gotten back to blonde after having had it dyed dark brown for god knows how long. So yep, then I dye my hair brown. I miss the old me. See what happens when you are stressed out? You look in the mirror and find a new person!

Oh hey, do I know you? You don't look familiar!