My art is called egocentric soft porno, or maybe it's just narcisism

I have many bad habits; excessive swearing, sleeping with the lights on, habitual bouts of neuroticism, talking to myself, abandoning personal projects halfway and giving myself risky haircuts whenever I feel pissed of or upset. It isn't such a bad habit and it's awfully fun. Kindof. I remember one spectacularly crooked fringe that resulted after I doctored the original. "Eh, your fringe is...curved."
"I know, if I'm not straight why should my hair be?"
"It's meant to be - Avant-Garde silly. So du jour."
"Nah, your eyes are just wonky."

The first one was always my favourite.
Either ways, I'm back to bangs now, and somehow I feel more like myself, whether it was the process of chopping of my hair again or because I once again have strange hair(well, pretty normal compared to my rest...), i don't know.

I don't know why so many people(myself too of course) are so hung up over the past, I suppose everything seems better once the worst is over and anything is better than the hell that is Now.

I'm incredibly sleepy and everything I'm typing turns out overly cryptic, which makes me backspace like crazy, ergo you get a tiny post.

My Sunday.