last month, one of the flatmates said she would find some cute pictures of girls' haircuts for me since i'd mentioned i was trying to decide on a hair style

and she never did

and i don't think it'd really help much anyway

but now and then i think about it and quietly nod to myself,
unimportant and easily forgotten. that's me.

in her defense, she was drunk at the time
in which case
it's no surprise that someone would only care about me while inebriated