i guess you're just a mean person

i'm honestly going to tell you that yesterday you made me feel like a piece of shit with every word i spoke, every word i didn't speak, every face i made, every thought i had...and you convinced yourself i was thinking "mean" things when i was really just wondering why you yelled at me for trying to eat a fucking cupcake.

then we visited a new life that still has that genuine smile that only children can own. a car full-bellied with moving boxes. and i can honestly say i feel fine. right now, with you sleeping on the other side of the room, half-covered, i feel fine.

today i felt like mad.