I've been thinking about getting a hair cut for about a month now. Last week I finally did it... and went red. It's strange cause I don't know who I am anymore... I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself. Maybe the hair is just an outward manifestation of the inner struggle. Sometimes I think I don't fit in anywhere. I have no place to be. No place to feel accepted. I'm thirty six years old and I feel completely and utterly lost.