Dear Sky

I know you see me from up there. You saw I got out of bed early and turned on my hair straightener. You saw how I brushed my hair really good and parted it so that all of my pieces would get properly straightened. You saw how long it took and how hot that freeken iron is and how many times my neck got burned. You saw, I know you did.

So explain to me why the hell you think its cool to rain. My soft beautiful hair lasted all of five effing minutes before it turned into a frizz ball when I had to go outside. Thanks a lot. Asshole.