something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
no longer writing in the third person
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might loveme.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
I am below everything.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.