I do it every time.
And every time, I become incredibly impatient and I chop it all off.
I try to grow out my bangs because there are some days when they just feel childish.
They make me look like a little girl.
Most days it doesn't really bother me.
Some days it really, really bothers me.
But cutting them is almost inevitable.
I'm not really sad about it. it's whatever.
I'm just sort of disappointed in my lack of self control.