...try and comb my locks out. I love them, I really do, but they're driving me ballistic, and the fact that I'm so terrified of not having them is telling me I might need to do something about it. Next time I want lots of skinny dreads. I've not been sewing in my loose hairs for months because I love to pet it and run my fingers through it. I don't think this will be my last set of dreads, but yea...I think they need to go. My stomach hurts. Maybe I'll start with the front two and make bangs? Yes, I think that will be the answer.
P.s. I know I threatened to do this right around their two year birthday, but at the time dying them was enough to still the urge.
Right...so I combed out the first two and it took about two hours, and I bawled my eyes out. They're staying, at least for now. I'm such a pussy.