Fear and Loathing here in my Mind.

Sitting behind this desk, in this office for the second last time, I'm fighting my body to not burst out into a rage of absolute panic.  The past few months, I used this place as a means of procrastination. Now the time has come, and I have no direction, I'm sure of absolutely nothing and the opportunities at this stage are equal to nil.  I hear my mother's voice telling me it's alright, things will fall into place, I will find something. But without her to keep telling me that... I find myself holding back the tears almost every second. I fear the silence, the isolation the doubt and stress that awaits me when I sit at home next week.

If it were a crossroad, there'd be direction or opportunities.

The internship is over. 

Reality hits.

Layer of Lament... Sel(fish)

What's that feeling, when you're built up only to be shot down. Disappointment? There's got to be something more descriptive than that. Maybe the definition should have my picture next to it.

...sometimes they're just not enough

The look of profound sadness will forever be encapsulated within this photograph. It embodies how we all feel at some point, within this little boys eyes, our heartache lies.

When you say nothing at all... you're still saying it

Whether it's a close friend or a lover, there will come a time when the silence they portray tells you exactly what you don't want to hear. Being somewhat of an outspoken person, I'm not shy to tell people what I'm feeling/doing/thinking almost at every time. But it's the things that hold the most meaning that need no words at all. Not necessarily something bad... A look in your lovers eyes that say so much more than just an "I love you", or the smile your friends gives you when you both know each other so well you realise this is for life.

Moments like that warm my heart, creep up to my face and leave me with the biggest smile.

"A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home." 

Being "Untitled" is still a title... What?

My basic knowledge of computer literacy is not that impressive (much to my regret), so the fact that I am (for the 27th time) attempting to start a blog that I can call my own, regularly update, and express my own P.O.V- starts here. I find these templates annoying. Nothing quite says... "This blog will change the way you view life." THAT'S what I'm looking for. Alas.