I woke up the same way as I always do. My dog wakes me up by whining until I take her outside to use the bathroom. I took her outside. My dogs name is Jax. She's the only reason I'm not completely alone. I go to work almost every day and I come home to Jax. When I'm trying to figure things out, she's the one I talk to. After I took her out I gave her food and water as I always do for the morning routine. Then I sat down at the computer. "That's right, the batteries." Yeah, I talk to myself, but only when Jax isn't listening otherwise I'm talking to her. I went to go get the batteries, I had set them on the counter last night. I pull a battery out and go back to the computer and take the back cover off of the mouse. "Shoot." In the midst of the unusual shopping experience from yesterday, I grabbed the wrong batteries. Looks like I have to go back. I have enough time to go before work but I decided to wait until after. I went to my dresser and grabbed my clothes. After that, I walked to the bathroom to get a quick shower. Once I got out I quickly scanned the fridge. Empty. All except some microwave chicken nuggets. I live off of those things. That probably makes me sound stereotypical but I can't help it. My parents weren't in the picture. They couldn't be. They both had to work at jobs that weren't worth having so I never got the parent experience. There'd always be at least one of them home when I got home from school when I was younger but they'd usually be sleeping. I've heard it from everyone that I should be thankful to have such hardworking parents that care about me. I don't buy that shit. The people that tell me that don't know me and they don't know what my home life is like. That sounds harsh but, good parents are there for their kids. They don't just give them money and brush them off every chance they got like mine did. They never told me they loved me growing up and they didn't teach me a lot of stuff so I had to teach myself. Speaking of which they never taught me to cook, and that's why after work I'll be stopping at the store to get some microwave chicken nuggets. I'm 18 and I moved out right before my parents died. It was 2 months after my birthday. They died in a house fire. The police said that it's unknown how it started. I didn't press for more information. I'd rather not know. They didn't really love me, and the feeling was mutual. That sounds cold but that's just how it is. I often wonder if I'd feel sad if I was raised different. Yeah, I mean of course I would, and then I started to feel sad anyways. It's not that I miss my family, but I miss what it could have been. I don't have time to think about this though, I take my dog for one last walk before work and then I take her back in and I tell her not to have any wild parties and I'd be back before four. It's like seven-thirty right now. I work eight am to three pm. I work at the nearest car shop near my house. So I get in my car and I drive.
