Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

currently

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

send link

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

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

you have a beautiful account btw

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i love it here

idk

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

isaac