I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
wait what is that
December 2025
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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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was it worth it
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
plato
hiding from the rain
i love it here
we need to be deconstructing our identities