My greys are slowly showing.

I’m slowly getting to the point where I don’t give a shit about how people treat me. If they don’t like me, so be it. Some people used to laugh with me, some used to greet me. I’ve noticed how things change.

People change just like hair. Hair turns grey and I don’t give an ounce of shit about that either. I’ll cover it when I feel like it.

I can still be sensitive sometimes because I’m human. But like my hair, those feelings will show. My numbness will show too. And it’ll just be there.