I dreamt you reached out a hand to help me and caught me when I was falling, like always. It was a slight comfort to the whole issue.

It was a good weekend. I really didn't want it to end.

I really can not wait until January so I can start looking for jobs again. I knew I didn't want to do child welfare, and I know that I am not staying at CYF for any amount of time. I need to go back to school. I can't afford to go back to school. I can't do this very long.



Coffee, cigarettes, and Californication on the stereo.