I’m done with this hair. It’s killing me. Literally. In my sleep at night I find it trying to choke the life out of me. During the day it gets caught on things and causes me so much pain. Either that or it’s so static-y it attempts to fly away with me. It’s heavy and messy and sooooo long. I’m done I tell you, done. Next chance I get, it’s gone. (At least the majority of it will be on its way to Florida for Locks of Love.)