no longer writing in the third person
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Can I see
Today I felt like starting
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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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
idk
so at the end
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
division of reality is straying away from it
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
hiding from the rain
and the fake qualifier
thank you
kind of mythopoesis
send link
wait what is that
magnetises a pin