my parents think i am "struggling." i think they want me to see a counselor/psychiatrist(?) i am not struggling anymore than is normal. but counseling has potential to be interesting. especially if it is free. i love getting haircuts. i have a crush on my hairdresser, travis, even though he is gay and i dont talk to him. i hate talking to hairdressers, it's annoying, such a cliche to them all your problems. and i'm sure they really dont give a shit about your fucked up relatives. tomorrow is friday. i work saturday. sigh.