it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
it is hopeful
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting