Day 27 : The Appointment

Day 27, 12/02/2025
The appointment

Today, i woke up, for the last time with long hairs….
I ate breakfast, for the last time with long hairs….
Around 10am, i decided i would record myself with long hairs for one last time, and it turned in some sort of recap of all of what happenned, sorta a vent video that i might or might not post idk.
When i finished talking it was 10:50am, 10 minutes away from the appointment.

I put on my shoes, for the last time with long hairs.
I put on a vest, for the last time with long hairs.
I attach my hairs, for the last time with long hairs (i mean obviously i wouldn’t attach my hairs if they weren’t long).
I then go outside the house, for the last time with long hairs.
Its kinda getting ridiculous guys ik.
I walk to the barbershop.
I enter with my mother.
We say hello to a woman.
And then i get in the shampoo chair.
The woman washes my hairs.
Dayum its relaxing.
But not relaxing enough to make me forget that i will cut my beloved hairs in few minutes.
After she finishes, i go upstairs (yes, its somehow has stairs) and i arrive in :
T H E - C U T T I N G – R O O M
I get invited to sit in a chair, i hesitate.
In my head, my brain creates a whole plan, i start to think about the fact that the door isn’t closed, i can escape by it, barricade it with one of the christmas decorations outside, and then do some auto-stopping to escape this place and go as far as possible from ther--- I got carried away my bad.
I sit down, anxiously.
The haircutter (i don’t know how these peoples are called) says :

Haircutter : Well ! The other one too ?
Mom : Yes, he decided to do it too.

Me : Hmmhmm.

NO ITS FAKE !!!! SHE LYING SHE OBLIGATED ME TO DO IT, SHE HELD ME AT GUN POINT TILL I AGREE, PLEASE !!!! FREE ME !!! SPREAD THIS MESSAGE !!!! PLS HELP ME ARGHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--
She was right, totally right for a fact, i was waiting a lot for this day to arrive because i hated my long hairs, for a fact, i wanted to go for a buzzcut but she said no so… yea.

*all you’ve just read is obviously sarcams i wrote due to my peak ADHD energy*

My mom shows the haircutter what kind of cut i want, and then she asks me if i’m ready.
I gently agree. Theres a old woman waiting for her hairs color dye to dry that says ‘’Oh yeah, this is gonna do him a fresh new look !’’. MA’AM SHUT THE F**K PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE MY HAIRS DONT SHOVE IT UP MY THROAT, THAT THEY ARE ABOUT TO BE CUT, I WANT TO FALL ASLEEP AND WAKE UP IN ANOTHER DIMENSION WHERE I DONT NEED TO CUT MY HAIRS !!! I WANT TO WAKE UP AND REALISE ITS ALL A DREAM !!!
The haircutter gets her scissors in her belt. They look so shiny, and she looked at me with a smile as if she was about to say ‘’I sharpenned them just for you my dear’’.
She takes a big bit of my hairs and…
It happens.
It strikes.
It cuts.
Its unbelievable.
A chunk of hairs starts to fall.
My eyes almost fall out of their eye sockets when i see how big the chunk is.
It falls.
It reaches the floor.
And it crumbles.
It feels as if a hero just died.
As if a symbol of hope died.
As if a war was lost.
As if the eart was about to explode.

…

I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I HAVE ONE SHORT SIDE AND ONE UNCUT SIDE !!!!!!! AND IT LOOKS HORRENDOUS.
THERES NO ESCAPE NOW.
GOTTA ACCEPT MY FATE.

And so it goes. The hairs starts to fall. The scissors strikes. The haircutter cuts my hairs with precision, as if she was in a competition where if even one hair was too long, she would loose.
She cuts. She cuts. She cuts. All she does is cutting.
After a good 10 minutes or so, she start doing other stuff.
She combs. She cuts. She combs. She cut.
I’m dying inside.
Each hairs that falls is like a soldier crying for help that gets executed right infront of my eyes
Each hairs that falls is like a part of me that goes away.
It feels like a torture made so i have to reveal my partners name, but even if i revealed them, the cutting wouldn’t stop.

It cuts. It cuts. It cuts. Then, it stops ?
I look in the mirror (because i was trying my best to avoid looking at my hairs falling).
I see, a handsome man.
It looks so good.
But at the moment, i feel disturbed.
It feels so weird to see me with shorter hairs.
So many things feel weird.
The feeling of having hairs on my forehead, the fact that all my habits like putting my hairs behind my ears isn’t usefull at all anymore…. I am disturbed.
I get up from the chair and i almost pass out. I see on the floor enough hairs to make a carpet.

We pay, and the haircut with the shampooing surprisingly only cost 16€ (just know that they didnt charge the haircut as a female haircut somehow, cause my previous length was considered female length and so its nice).

We get back to the house, im troubled, i barely talk, its a weird feeling.

Anyway, all i really do after this is continue reading this document, seeking for spelling mistakes, and reading for a recap of everything, and i realised i forgot to mention that my father stole all my studies funds that my grandparents were spending each months since the day i was born.
My grandparents were spending me 50€ per month for my studies in the future and, 17x12 = 204 months and 204x50 = 10 200€.
My father stole from me, 10 200€.
Theres an account to my name where all the money was going, and its at 0€, its supposed to be at 10 200€, but he stole everything. He doesnt gives a f**k about me.
My mom also contacted another one of her friends that is in justice, and she realised that her marriage contract was signed illegally, because my mom didn’t read the contract because she was exhausted at the time, and it was supposed to be a justice guy that should have read the contract outloud to her. David managed to find a corrupt justice guy that was okay with making a marrigae illegally.
Anyway. I just realised it has been officially a month we escaped the house.
I wrote lyrics for a new riff i made and im proud.
We played an amazing card game that is extremly fun.
And now i’m in my bed writing these lines at 00:16 am.
Goodnight.

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