Gluttony-and-Feedism

I could feel the discomfort in my feet as I stood at the bus stop. Why were these things always so late all the time? I was leaning against the side of the shelter, munching on a chocolate bar, watching down the road, as you do, as if the bus would suddenly appear if I stared hard enough. It wasn't like it was an especially long walk home, but I sure as hell wasn't going to put my aching feet and legs through more of that treatment. I'd already done enough walking, and my body was definitely telling me to stop by this point. I'd gone out today with the purpose of finding some new clothes, but the carrier bags I was holding didn't have any mor

College had been a comfort to her. So easy there, where people would offer you food in nice warm trays—who cared how good it tasted so long as it was edible? Papers were the biggest stresser imaginable—and sure, while those were intense, it was nothing compared to prospect of no home, living out of your car, with the only prospects ahead being the vague promise of an interview. She had spent the night in a motel. Not far from her parent's house, where she had spent the weekend. Her parents, though they refused to to keep her around, did offer her a place every so often. “We can't just throw you out like that. Though we migh