Every day is a little worse.

[Cr779]

You know what's the hardest part for me? It's that knowing at the back of my head every time I go to sleep "tomorrow I will have less hair". It's that thinking each and every day I'm slightly less attractive than I was the day before. It's like living life with an expiry date, any wasted moment feels bad because I just wasted one of the precious few moments I have with a head of hair where I can hide the loss. Every day I style my hair and think "shit, this is getting harder, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

I honestly think I'm going to be happier once it's gone. Sure I won't look great, but at least I won't have those thoughts constantly wearing down at me. There will be no where to go but up at that point, I won't be getting worse I'll be getting better. Better shape, better clothes, cleaner skin, not a constant struggle against something I can in no way win against.