And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
was it worth it
is this you as well
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
idk
ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
Thank you, Jack
no longer writing in the third person
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i dont understand magnetisation
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
yeah
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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 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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
the site i am dreaming
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.
i was tempted to lie about my name