At first, I grew the beard because I was too lazy to shave. The second time, I grew it because it seemed to fit the lonely/depressed state that I was in. This time, I grew it because it's something that I have control over. I needed to change things in my life, no matter how small. Be it the arrangement of furniture in my apartment or my personal appearance. I needed to be able to change things to fit what I wanted.

I was torn between posting this in my journal and the fess_up community. Now, it's in both.