I really have a bad conscience. I think of P. all the time and why? I don't know! I couldn't say that I fell in love or something, oh no, this is impossible.
But he's caught in my mind anyway.

The bad conscience is about Michael. He was a bit unhappy about my reaction yesterday as he said that he would return on Wednesday instead of Thursday.
The problem was, I DIDN'T really react. That obviously made him a bit sad.

Oh this is all so confusing ...

I can float here forever
In this room we can't touch the floor