All I want is a job. Is that so hard? I don't want to move back to Craptown, get a crappy job, get fixed up with someone's friend-of-a-friend, and pop out stupid runts in this stupid, stupid town. My greatest fear is being trapped here forever. No, I don't want to make the most of it. I want to get the hell out while I still can. Correction: stay the hell out. Craptown is a dead end. A dead fucking end. It's not me, it's not who I want to be. I don't belong here. I don't get why my mom does not understand this. I don't belong here. I don't know if my dad understands either, but at least he's with me. He doesn't want me to come back, either.

So I guess I'll just stay in denial for the next 3 weeks. No, I'll get a job. No, I'll find an apartment. Everything will work itself out. La la la. Happy happy. Butterflies and puppies.

The point, though, is that today I had to spend a hour with my mom in her office while the house was being shown. Apparently they don't like the occupants being there at the time. My landlord, OTOH, doesn't have a problem with this. But he still calls, I'll give him that.

You know, I have peaks and I have valleys. Some days I want to give up, and other days I know, I just know, someone out there is willing to take a chance on me, train me on whatever I don't know, and hire me. Somebody, please.