With my new friends I tend to forget about all of my sadness. I wear my bracelet everyday because I feel happy with it. Even though it's only rubber bands put together. It feels like it's my way for looking for hope.

A few days later me and my mom go to get my hair cut. Oooo I'm so excited. It's been almost 5 years since I had short hair. As she is driving she notices my bracelet. She asks "who made you that?" I responded with, Kevin. She than asked why was it rainbow. And I stayed quiet because my mom does not know of my sexuality. Than after a awkward silence I responded with "I don't know" wow I never felt so nervous before.

I feel great with my new haircut. I feel accolly happy with my looks for once. I think some would call this self love. I never felt it before, but wow I really like my new hair.