As we grow up, the problems that we encounter are much more difficult to deal with. When we were younger, getting a bad hair cut was like the end of the world or when there was a nasty break up, and all you wanna do is hide under your blanket and cry your eyes out. And the hair will grow, and along the way, you will meet another guy, and life will be peachy again. I wish this issue will just go away, and perhaps, just a horrible nightmare, and when I wake up, things will be happy again. But sadly, all I can do is, take it in and it is what it is and pray for the best.