feel you

it is hopeful

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

2 (actually index). two is company

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03