Once upon a time, I thought it would be cool to learn how to play the harp. I mean, how many harpists do you know, right?
PluckPluck. PluckPluck. PluckPluck. PluckPluck.
However, that only lasted until I remembered that I'd been wanting to play the bagpipes since I was 13. I mean, how many pipers do you know, right?
PluckPluckPLUCK. PluckPluckPLUCK. PluckPluckPLUCK. Ow.
Alright, that last one hurt. I'm afraid that removing one's hair out of frustration has a painful tendency to hurt after a while.
Pluck. Wait a few seconds. Pluck. Wait a few minutes. PluckPluck. Wait another second. PluckPluckPLUCK.
I like having an outlet. It helps me understand the walls.
Pluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. About 10 at once.
I shaved my arms once, just to see what it was like. My mom got really mad. I don't see why, they're my arms. I mean, I was a grown-up girl of 18 at the time, what's the big deal?
Rip. PluckPluckPLUCK. Rip.
I wonder how upset she'd be over the state of my frustrated head.
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