Just had a total meltdown

and cut all my hair off. Was freaking out earlier, but I have officially gone through the entire grieving process:

Denial: "This is just a dream.. this HAS to be a dream... "

Anger: "No, its not a dream. I am such an idiot! WHAT HAVE I DONEEEEE!!???????!!!?"

Barganing: "I can get extensions. I can fly to tampa for a day and mommy will make it all better! I wish I would have just stopped cutting! why didn't I stop!!?!?"

Depression: (incoherent babbling as I bawled on the phone to my mom)

Acceptance: I can go to Sally Beauty Supply and get some new color, then it will be totally rad.

... its not the end of the world after all =)