In the morning, not any specific type of morning, just a cool morning, i, with crust around my eyes and hair erected, sat, breaking down on the inside, about something like a existential crises, yeah, wondering, if anybody, anyone at all, knew that my british accent, yes, mine, out of everyone's, was a fake. As in, did they, know, that i wasn't English? Cause i was sure i had convinced them.
Ok, i'll write more, say tuesday night, after my conference, i had really been sure that i had convinced them. Oh well.
