almost didn't post this, because who cares, right? another dollar another day. the burn on my tongue from coffee gone cold three hours ago and still i keep sipping it like it's going to change anything. feel it behind my eyes, the wanting to scream, but it just comes out as a sigh, a shrug. she doesn't even notice, or maybe she does, but it's just part of the wallpaper now, the background hum of my discontent.