Creep? Isn't that a Radiohead reference?

Uhm, over the weekend my parents forced me to cut my hair or I'd lose my things, so like a good son who's forced to do this, I went and cut it. I was already feeling like trash because my hair looked awful, and when I got home, do you know what they said?

-It was worse than before

I simply had a breakdown alone in my room and went to sleep crying because I liked my long hair and my parents don't know that I'm 17 fucking years old to choose what I have to do with my fucking hair, and what's more, they said I should cut it more, I just agreed but now I don't want to see anyone anymore, I don't want to meet with anyone, I want to stay cooped up at home until my hair grows back, and honestly I'm going to stop posting things on the internet for a while until I feel better, I'll just come here to wish you a few more Christmases and New Year's maybe, or maybe I'll come here to vent again ahh what a drag, I saw her today too, she was fine it was good to see her, maybe it's the last time we see each other this year, I still wanted to talk to her again but I don't know I'll occupy my mind in another city then (I would still talk to her)