I
had
a
good
talk
with
my
mom
today.
I
was
venting
about
some
of
my
frustrations
about
going
into
debt
from
college
and
not
being
able
to
get
a
graphic
design
job.
It
has
been
a
struggle
looking
for
one
without
hardly
any
responses.
I
was
hoping
to
be
moved
out
by
Christmas
when
I
graduated
last
May,
but
it
has
yet
to
happen.
Usually
when
I
tell
my
parents
how
I
feel,
I
get
told
in
a
way,
that
thats
not
how
I
should
feel
or
I
should
be
feeling
something
else.
Or
they
know
more
about
how
I
feel
than
me.
But
when
I
was
talking
to
my
mom,
she
actually
acknowledged
how
I
was
feeling!
I
was
pleasantly
surprised!
That
made
me
want
to
tell
her
more
about
how
I
felt.
It
was
so
nice!
I
guess
she
must
have
notice
how
upset
it
makes
me
when
my
dad
does
it.
I'm
not
sure
how
long
we
talked,
but
after
we
did,
she
said
a
little
prayer
with
me
before
she
left.
I
was
so
gald
we
had
that
talk,
some
things
came
up,
and
I
think
I
will
start
looking
for
a
job
in
a
different
way.