Today was my last try at being beautiful. I hope. What am I saying. I know its not my last try. I feel so upset I could cry. Cry so hard that there are no tears left. Cry so hard that I start crying tears of hot blood. If you told me that if I pluck all that hair out of my head strand by strand, I would be granted a new head of beautiful hair.. I would do it. Then again I could instead get hair that is less manageable than the hair I have now... Yea that exist. We were at the beach. Up until this point I had thought that my days of having an afro were long over with. I thought that my hair would dry curly. I didn't know. We were sitting in the hammock, facing each other. Looking at me, he asked why I had taken out the twist extensions I had before. The first time I stepped foot in Samara, Costa Rica, I had long extensions in the form of twist. The extensions were down to my butt. Even though they had been heavy and hard to deal with, I loved them because of all the atten...