Yknow

my hair is at the length whereby its neither short nor long.
Somewhere in between and it's at its most annoying length ever.
Feels as if either I bear with it and let it grow or I trim it but it would mean that it'll stay this length forever.

So it seems to aptly describe the point of life I am in right now.
Too old to do silly things without thinking.
Too young to know what I'm doing.
Too old to put the blame on others.
Too young  to be taken for real.

On a completely random note, I need to shop. Feels like I'm gna die if I don't soon.
Yknow the joy of swinging my plastic bag of loots and thinking of ways to mix and match em.
Yknow what I'm sayin?