If my mother harasses me about the way I keep my hair I am going to have a fucking fit. Yes, my hair is long in the back. Why? Because I don't hate the way it looks, even though you might. If I gave even half a shit about wether or not it somehow bothered you, I would change it.
Yes, my hair is also puffy. My hair is black, curly, long and puffy. So is yours. Are you seeing the conflict of interest here, mum? THE THING YOU ARE NAGGING ME ABOUT ALSO APPLIES TO YOU IN THIS SITUATION, ASS FACE. Stop giving me random insults just because I have a mullet. It is not your fucking choice. Stop telling me nobody is going to hire me once I start working just because my hair bugs you. Dad has told you to stop. Even my fucking brother told you to stop, and as of right now he has fucking Elvis hair and Dad has no hair at all.
You wanna keep calling me queer just because of how I keep my hair and telling me nobody will hire me? Why don't you go back to school, maybe actually graduate from high school this time, start busting your ass working all day on things that are time consuming and you've already learned several times, like me!? Why don't you stop rewarding yourself, start changing the way you act so other people will accept you, like me?! Why don't you start making compromises for everyone and everything else so that nobody you know ever has to, why don't you give up everything you enjoy so that you can pretend to enjoy what everyone else wants you to, become a depressed, antisocial, hateful, miserable, broken human like me, see how that feels, AND THEN YOU CAN BOTHER ME ABOUT THE WAY MY HAIR LOOKS UNTIL THE MOTHERFUCKIN' COWS COME HOME!