Hair Y'all Relief

I confess: some days, I wake up and I hate my hair. My woes may vary depending on the day or the weather (anything from “too flat,” to “too frizzy”, to “how the heck did my split ends multiply by one-hundred overnight!?”), but the feelings a Bad Hair Day produces are always the same: shame, humiliation, and a desperate need to rip my hair strand by strand from my head, because honestly, bald might just be better than this.