It just keeps going higher and higher. It makes me want to die when my hair gets to the top of the very top of the ceiling. It’s hard to wash without getting water everywhere but it’s too disgusting if I don’t wash it. People (including me) notice when it gets too dirty.
It looks really bad when I wear a hat when my hair is too long or too high. Putting something small on top of mountain is always too ugly. I’m not sure why I don’t just cut it or maybe I just forgot why I can’t. Maybe I tried once but the scissors broke, then I got another pair and they also broke. My hair grew back instantly after I was finally able to cut off some width and it made me to a double take in the mirror. And then my reflection in the mirror winked at me and I groaned.
it started off as something that would appear if i was in between two rows of hedges. maybe i saw them through the window of the car and i jumped out and ran to them. then i could see the thing.