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"Day two. No regrets here."
Honestly, this feels great. Freedom, no overprotective parent. I honestly wonder why I didn't do this sooner. Whatever.
New update-- I managed to speak to a few people and landed myself a job as a waiter at some small nearly-fast food restaurant. It's not much, but hey, it'll do. Enough to get me started. Maybe if I do well here, i'll be able to get a better job, you know? I need some experience first, so this will be just fine. Plus that means I get some food.
I'd like to think I have it all planned out, but who knows. I think I got everything down okay. I do admit, though, it kinda sucks living alone. There's no one waiting for me when I get home. My lack of furniture doesn't help this whatsoever. Sometimes I think about picking up the phone and asking Pandorra for help, but I decide against it each time. For the record, I left my cell phone at home, too. I'm not stupid, you know, I know the can track me by that. Pandorra at least knows I'm alive, though. I used a pay phone outside the apartment to leave them a message at some obscure hour of the night. I didn't want to risk them answering the phone, not yet.
Well, I start work tomorrow, at 7 o'clock sharp. I'm gonna go sleep now so I can at least wake up on time.
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