She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

and the fake qualifier

plato

what do you think my name is

i was tempted to lie about my name

propensity within someone

its performative

wait what is that

I Write Goodbye Letter

Slug

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

...

feel you

i want to do that too

the site i am dreaming

i love it here

hello reader,

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

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

i have read not even 1 book

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

its good short few pages

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

isaac

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it