i just wish it was under different circumstances
such a brilliant writer.
last night i dreamt i was running on a beach. there was nowhere to go, and nothing to run away from, so it felt nice to simply do something for no reason and with no consequences. it was cold, and the wind was blowing over the tops of the waves covering me in mist. rocks dotted the beach, ascending into some sort of cliff that i seemed to be climbing as i ran. though, i never did reach the top.
nope. i am at psc for early admission~
i never went to harrison.
no one :(
my last name actually means “low field” in Dutch (My father’s side of the family is from the Netherlands/Holland)
hopefully i will be happier in my dreams. though feeling like i have to dream to feel happy just makes me more sad.
I am the perfect image of health and well being.