Dear mixed race hair,

I've been so very patient. I've grown you out for the past two years, I've sunk hundreds of dollars into your upkeep and spent hours on youtube looking for ways to treat you kindly. And yet, you're a jerk. The entire back of my head is one big tangle, and there are baby dreadlocks trying to form after ONE DAY. One. If it weren't for convocation in June, I'd chop you off or lock you up again. You win this one.

No love