I like Cassie from Skins. I knew people who liked her and now I know why.
Today I talked to someone for the first time who was really interested in me. Sometimes I think I’m the only one. I don’t care if he maybe doesn’t actually care about what I said, but he has to to a degree, because he kept asking questions when he could tell I had thought of something more to add. It was kind of amazing. Maybe I’ll tell him everything and then afterwards, it won’t matter. Maybe that’s what I should do with all of my friends. Maybe that’s what friends are supposed to do.
He said I was someone like out of a Wes Anderson film.
I’ve never been so flattered.
It was just - wow, it was lovely.