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are you happy?

cause I'm not.

My hair is at the awkward almost mushroom cut stage.

I have bags under my eyes

I scraped all the skin off my middle finger.

More snow.

I changed this winter.
I got mean.

I made fun
I made out
with her
right in front of you.

I stopped tipping
stopped holding the door
cut in line
I left when I knew you needed me.

I didn't look
didn't like
didn't try and
didn't care.

Let them come to me.

but that didn't work
and all that's left
is a cheap mattress
a squeaky bed frame
and a cat that loves to spoon.

I'll grow my hair long
paint my nails bright red

I'll dig in deep
carry you home
overlook your bad days
walk up hill in the mornings.

I'll lay it on thick
Ooze false confidence
compliment your outfit
fill the space in your bed.