i really havent
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
in a post. I want to be remembered
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
no longer writing in the third person
and the fake qualifier