I just applied to work at 2 stores, maybe as a cashier. I had to go the store page to do it, not just use Indeed. I'm tired, it's 8:00 P.M. and I need my rest. I feel I've lost hope, I think. I feel like people are picking at me. I feel a little better now. I didn't get much encouragement about my insurance job I'm studying for that earns a lot, maybe $130,000/year. I really wanted to do something like classical music where you need a degree or skill. I wish I could have done this earlier, like I wanted. I switched from piano to violin with a gap in between where I sang, hopelessly lost my voice from not talking much for 2-3 years, in my room posting online. It's not very fun living in a group home, who'd want to? It's not like I have a whole apartment to myself, too. This sales job sounds like security if I do succeed. ... I am lucky to have my own room here. I don't like the food a lot. I feel stressed around people in this area, which is African American. There's no shower, though I may be able to buy one had I money. Etc. The jobs are partially to pay to get licensed to sell. I may not be able to squeeze it in and do not even get Food Stamps, anymore, because I get meals here.