He comes back again and this time, the pain gets stronger than I ever expected it to be.
I'm happy but I'm sad.
Irony is my way of life.
Or is it my desire to be happy when I really am not?
Who can understand me when I, myself, am complicated with my own internal feelings?
Or am I mysteriously and mistakenly deprived of any human living emotion?
Help.
Is that all people ask for?
Listening to: It Had To Be You - Motion City Soundtrack
About
- Finella
- hi. i'm finella. i like a lot of things and i think i like to feel. i also enjoy taking long walks, and watching dolphins&other sea creatures, and going to museums, and being with a few people, and eating mexican/indian food. the usual stuff—art, music, books, russia, trains, airports, philosophy, psychology, and literature— intrigue me. i'm an engineering student (MS soon to be PhD) and i don't feel like one. and i think that's okay as long as i stay true to myself. i am very idealistic, but at times, like right now, i don't feel like one because i am an enfp. my only dream is to have a constant happy disposition. that's very idealistic and i'm quite pessimistic so i don't know.