one less lonely girl

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Seven ^

so my mornings arent really anything at all i usually wakeup to my phone going off like crazy but this time it didnt even go off. i ended up oversleeping and i woke up at 1pm. i got up and rolled my eyes and checked my phone notifications. it was nothing just people liking my photos. me? famous? i wish.

i got up and began to brush my hair because its always tangled in the mornings. i looked in the wardrobe and found a gray sweater and my black ripped shorts. i decided not to wear any makeup today just because i was too lazy to even do it.

after getting dressed i knocked on my moms door softly, "mom? are you up?" no answer. i opened the door and she wasnt in there. i figured she was probably at work, shes never home anyways. i walked to her dresser and grabbed the money off her dresser she left for me. she didnt even wish me a happy birthday, no letter no voicemail.

i shrugged at my thoughts and turned around to see my brother scaring the fuck out of me. "oh my god you fuck" i rolled my eyes. "you could've made me drop my croissant" i chuckled at my joke. "what are you in here for" he raised an eyebrow at me. "nothing zachary just getting the money off the dresser" i said shrugging. did he forget my birthday too? im finally 18 and nobody even cares.

"are you forgetting something" i said crossing my arms.. i started realizing how petty im sounding. "uuh, aha! happy birthday" zachary said and ruffled my hair. i smiled "thank you very much but wheres my gift?" i said joking around. zachary took the money out my hands and gave it back to me "heres 100 dollars for the birthday girl." i chuckled and walked out my moms room to downstairs.

i started making coffee just to wake up a little bit. coffee isnt my favourite but its a need when im super tired. i sat on the counter and looked at my dads picture on the fridge "in memory of" i stopped reading and took deep breaths. i really miss him. he kept the family together and always had positive energy. he just had died a few weeks ago but it feels like just yesterday when it happened. a drunk driver thats what. we were all in the car. we didnt get hurt but my dad did. when the nurses told us he didnt make it; our lifes went downhill. it feels like a blackhole in our family now.

i looked over at the coffee pot and grabbed a mug and poured the coffee into it. i grabbed sugar and cream and added it to the coffee and began drinking.