And here I am. Back to the blog that no one reads and frankly, no one should read. I think I will update pretty frequently because I am suffering and this is my moment to vent. When I say I am suffering the image that may cross your mind would be of a starving girl with her hipbones on display but let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, I am not starving and my hipbones are covered with at least three layers of fat. No, my suffering is of another kind-it is of the mind. And probably yours is too if you have managed to stumble upon this blog.
  I currently live in New York City and I am looking for an internship in the Finance industry. If you don't know what that is like, then you are lucky because this is ruthless. Not knowing that you are good enough, smart enough, focused enough is ruthless and painful. Not having a purpose is wearisome.
  But I must remember that this mood that I am in is like a wave- it sweeps on me from time to time, threatening to pull me under, but I have always hung on and I will strive to do so.
  Why is following my passion so tough? Why am I so resistant to it? I will find the answers one day.
  I hope I find my silence one day.