She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
like first name
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
but i respect your search
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
wait what is that
i really havent
it is hopeful
But seriously, thank you, Jack
bro i read nothing in my life
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
...
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.