Plans have to be carefully drawn up, executed carefully, and done in one go. I hope this can be done in the spring of my third year of high school, before I really start studying hard for the big exam. In order to be able to freely choose her own future in a world without her sister. I only have a year of buffer time left. I have someone I care about in my class. So I am very happy to go to school recently. Waking up in the morning is not hard at all.
In order to straighten the bangs on the left, which are always scrambled when I wake up, and make the eyelashes that are prone to sag up, I deliberately got up early. Thinking of this, I feel as if I never existed before last year. Now as soon as I wake up, I get up whatsapp list and leave the bed in five seconds. If it's a very uncomfortable nightmare, that's another story, but it only happens two or three times a week, maybe four at most. I was in his class for the first time this year. It has been more than a month since he appeared in my world.
For more than a month, it is not easy to care about the same person all the time. I probably really like him. I stand in front of the large mirror on the washstand. Clamp the hot ion clip from the root of the hair close to the forehead, all the way to the bangs, ironing the hateful curl. The supple short bob head, if it is in a good state, will look bright, lively, pure, fresh, clean, and lovely. It is the strongest product to declare "I am a high school girl", but if it is not good. In this state, it will make people feel like a motherfucker, ugly, ugly, rotten, if only I hadn't been born, it's a hairstyle that has changed so much. The moment you look in the mirror in the morning will determine the mood of the day. Very ordinary today. If your bangs can be straightened, you will be in a good mood all day. At least not because he feels ugly and can't talk to him. He's not handsome at all. That's it.