Three weeks later,.
I am roaming around the streets of this beautiful city on this chilly evening. Just like the darkness is overcrowding the city, so is it doing to my mind. Despondency is whacking me hard. Life is really spanking me mercilessly.
For three good f*****g weeks, I struggled to find work. I leave my house in the morning every single day with the forlorn hope of coming back with good news, just like I did today, but every single day I come back with a distraught heart. A downcast heart. I didn't get any today either, so it is not an exception. I don't even feel like returning to that house since I feel so depressed right now. Since giving up on the job search for today at six in the evening, I have been pacing for about three hours, lost, my mind wandering to anywhere and no
