I'm waiting for a full time position to open up at the library. If I can't get one by March of next year, I'm going to start looking for stuff outside of Houston.

I like being with my family and would prefer to stay close, but I'm sick of Houston. 11 years is too much in this place; it never felt like home to me. I love my job at the library, but part-time is just now enough.

By March I'll have 2 years under my belt and that will look good on a resume. Also my lil bro will almost be out of school. I can't leave until then because my parents rely on me to pick him up and drop him off. They don't offer us buses because we're too close. Stupid.

I've been trying to draw and practice painting here and there. It's tough when my mind is full of worries and doubts. I can write when I'm all depressed, but I find I do more art when I'm in a good mood.

I'm tired of having no one to talk to.