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I have officially reached my 1 month mark of living in LA again.
Im gonna go ahead and say its been very hard.
Not having a lot of friends, no more connections it seems like.
Im back at square 1.
I feel like im putting effort into the wrong things, but God where do I start?
Do you really want me to go knocking on the doors of agents? Where do I find agents?
The thing that tears me apart is I know I cant ask you to just bring everything together for me. That would be unfair right?
I need money. My mom has taught me not to pray for a job, but rather for money.
Here I am praying for money.

PLEASE GIVE ME MONEY!!!

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