I'm cold. That's all I really have to say. I'm really really cold. Once I arrived at work and sat outside (once again for my Moms jackass coworker to leave) I just thought, but mostly I thought about my funeral. How old would I be, who would show up, who would be crying and who wouldn't care. But those are things that we all think about. But after I walked inside it wasn't warm, it was cold, I was shivering really. I don't know why but that's all I really remember from that day.
~~"Hey Girl!" Jay said walking into the break room and dumping two grocery bags of food on the table. I glanced over and took my earbuds out, pausing All Time Low so it would at least look like I was acknowledging her.
"Hey! Where'd you get all that food?" I asked taking off my cheer jacket. Before me sat two huge bags of M&Ms and cheesy popcorn. Not to mention 2 different pops.
"I stopped by the gas station since I didn't eat breakfast."
I can't even remember the last time I ate breakfast.

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