We used to talk everyday, and then every other day and then not at all. I changed a bit, my hair has grown out, my eyeliner more bold. My old shoes have worn out, I cant wear it without slipping. I dont think your intrested in knowing this. And I know you wont tell me anything important. I rip the skin around my fingers but it never heals over.

Was I just a presence? Left to be there but never understood. Or did I just not have anything captivating to say.

I keep my own company now.

I might cut my hair again.