come round to see me one day saw i me sitting in the flat day after day waiting for something to happen, a opportunity to drop though my door, when he had gone he left me a note and gave me some good advice in the hope it would strike a chord. looking back it did strike a chord, but it did not take action for another little while.
on it he had wrote! there are three type of person in this world: people who make thing happen, people who let things happen, and people who wonder what happened which one are you?
i would love to know what drives me, what 