the unliberation

For these past four years I've always looked forward to finishing my degree. Ironically, now that I'm done, instead of the liberation that I thought I'd feel I am burdened by the extreme stress of unemployement and the slow pain of watching my dwindling bank account drain. I am searching high and low for a job just it's just so hard. At times I think I am at the verge of getting one, only to be let down.

I am looking high and low and racking my brain for anything... I am so lost. Now that I have the world as my canvas, I realize that it's already painted without only empty spot to put down my own mark.