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I am sitting on a purple pillow that I bought from some store, most likely Ikea, for cheap. It's comfy. Underneath that purple pillow is a brown, wooden, university allocated chair that has most likely held the undergraduate butts of several hundred student. Above the pillow is my lap, in which, an orange cat is laying, purring softly as I scratch behind his right ear. I've got plans to call my mother, once I'm done writing this entry, so that we can fill out all of my financial aid things and I can submit them to the government so they can give me money that I have to pay back once I am graduated and working a 9-5 desk job. But that is in the future. Now, I listen to my roomates get ready to go out for the day and watch the orange tabby curl up with his head resting gently again my stomach. I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast this morning. Just in case you were wondering.
I will be alone for the greater part of today.
I think that I have this intense fear of being alone because it forces me to spend time with myself. Someone I have been working dilligently to ignore.
I am tired now, so I will call my mother and go about my day, waiting for tomorrow to come so that I can say I survived, and look back on today and laugh at my own weakness.