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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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Lift Analysis
wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49