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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Style

hiding from the rain

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03