Dear Diary,
I know I should have just let it look raggedy for the day taken the proper precautions last night, but after half of my wrap looked gorgeous and the other half was flailing out every which a way, I just KNEW that I couldn't deal with my hair.
I had a breakfast date. I couldn't go out like a punk, so I did what I felt I had to at the time. I stuck my hair in a ponytail, and I bumped the ends with the flat iron.
I know what I did was wrong, but I had to get fine, diary!
I HAD to.
I'll keep it chill tomorrow, hair. I promise.
Signed,
-The Relaxed Haironista
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