No more finals!

I'm all done with my finals.
I rocked.
I got an A in spanish and an A in Statistics.
I start Classical Mythology in a week. That should be interesting.
I have done pretty good with pulling.
Not great, but hey, that's the story of my life.
I did great at the beginning of the month, messed up a couple of days and I am now down to 2-5 a day. Whew.
I'm starting to notice my hair isn't growing back as fast as it used to.
That's really scary. I've heard of people whose hair NEVER grows back.
Fuck.
I try to freak myself out before I pull by repeating that in my head, but it never sticks.
I don't want to have thin patches for the rest of my life.
I want a real haircut.
I am so sick of wearing my hair in ponytails.
I need to stop.

Dammit.

So, it's finals time. Which means I get extra stressed.
Which means I pull out a lot of hair.
I'm not giving up though.
Nine days is a long time to be almost pull-free.
I slipped up today, but that's because it's unnaturally stressful for me right now.
Fuck finals.
I'm just going to take an extra anxiety pill and be calm.
Nine days. That's good.
If I keep not fucking up, by August, I should be able to get a haircut.
Here's hoping...