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.
Better Lift
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
hiding from the rain
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Can I see
Thank you, Jack
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Today I felt like starting
was it worth it
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.