My coffee got cold as I sat and took a big scary test, that I passed all of, except for the portion I failed.
I sipped the cold sweet latte for comfort, and the room temperature liquid washed over me.
It was snowing, and the wet icy flakes stung my face as I walked to my favorite used clothing store.
I walked out again with a luxurious pair of twelve dollar jeans, and a few shirts. I splurged thirty-five painful dollars.
My now boyfriend saw my ex boyfriend walking the grounds of his college, a rude text massage and I knew he was there to stay.
Confirmation of my failed math test echoed in my ears as I talked to a very nice lady on the phone.
Only a few minutes later and the words of my mother sound in my ears telling me she made a mistake again, and I have to figure out an insurance plan on my own, and she doesn't know how to advise me either.
I cried into my salad that I'm only eating because I hate my body, and I feel like no one can love me with it.
Cold coffee, failed tests, no money, clothing that should be cheap and was too expensive for me. Worry in every much needed expense. Hunger in my belly and hoping it will shrink.