"Sad are only those who understand."

Today I am about to put a good foot forward and attempt to get an internship. This will be the third time that I go into the office, since the first time I waited over an hour without being called and had to leave to go to class, the time after that they told me to come in the next day and as it turns out the lady I need to see did not work that day. So, let's hope that she is working today. Afterwards I am going to head out to the dog park and give Harvey a much needed bath, on top of relaxing and walking around at the park. After that I suppose I will meet up with a few friends and catch up since I have been out of town this past weekend.

Otherwise I don't have much to write, as I am not even sure that this entry is worth posting. But it veers away from the sappy and depressing poetry and prose from my previous entries, which is a good break. I mean I am not in a sad mood all the time. I believe that sadness and remorse is an emotion that I cannot comfortably communicate verbally or personally, which is why I write it down either in this blog or in my journal. Happiness is a comfortable emotion, easily conveyed through speech. But sadness is insightful and sometimes beautiful just because of the fact that it is rarely illustrated. Some people show sadness as anger for fear of getting hurt, and others show sadness by curling up with a good book and avoiding the world. Some people go to their best friend or lover and cry on their shoulder, because everyone needs a helping hand every once in a while.

My sadness has grown into a melancholy, wistfully carrying me into moments of happiness followed by questioning and despair. But it's really not all bad. I just haven't found what I'm looking for just yet. Maybe when I do the birds will lift this burden from my shoulders and I will walk effortlessly through life. But who really wants that?