I thought I wanted bangs. At 5 AM I thought I wanted them. Now, at 5:17 AM, I do not want bangs. At least not the bangs one has when one cuts their hair with crafting scissors at 5 AM. No picture because they look *exactly* as you would suspect. (If you're British or whatever, replace all instances of "bangs" with "fringe," you cheeky bastard.)