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For whatever reason...

My dad tried to tell me I needed to figure out a way to support myself in like 2 years when he would die, or sooner.

In the end, I was in my 3rd job, seasonal/holiday. I got an interview somewhere I loved, the airport, in Orlando, which isn't "spectacular" nor "dazzling," "as a fair warning," but still cozy. My dad said no because I couldn't keep the car for then, and he gave me the car for my last job so I wouldn't get tired using the bus I guess which seemed likely. Barb and Joni were supposed to help. My therapist said I had to do the calling and said I was under pressure. Many group homes were not easy or cheap. My aunts should have said to themselves I can't finish this job and hand it over to someone else or call the non-emergency police if they can't find social services, or 211 which doesn't help, and "explain the situation" and say they can't finish the job well. I should have gotten a used car on social security income and gotten a job and stayed in Orlando for then, like I'm gonna stay in Cleveland with shorter leases for now tho the office rarely answers.

♥ Love, Christina