sometimes i write so i can fall asleep, so i won't be afraid to wait for sleep to come while being enveloped by the deafening silence and the pitch-black darkness of the room. this is my lullaby. this is how i find comfort and strength in myself. this is my fairytale. so i ask, what will happen to me when the words have finally left and all i have are traces of their once solid forms?
tomorrow is a very busy day, and here is the list:
1. ES 1 class
2. Study ES 12 for 2 hours
3. Meet the girls
4. Dinner with Aly
5. Overnight with Aly at McDo to study ES 12
i am still affected by their family's unfortunate loss. bryan, you will forever remain in our hearts. stay perfect.
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.