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.

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

It Will Get Lighter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

abrar?

wait what is that

no longer writing in the third person

I am below everything.