When some people are depressed they cut their wrists, some hit the bottle, and some seek the comfort of others... I, on the other hand, cut my hair. I am utterly depressed, so I have, in my depression, went about chopping my hair up with a pair of scissors. It looks hideous, but I feel a whole lot better. As for the cause of my depression, wouldn't you like to know... I could really use a kitten about now.

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