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

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

Style

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

it is hopeful

no longer writing in the third person