no longer writing in the third person

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.

Can I see

Worse Lift

Picture

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Rain, starting

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."