i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

Today I felt like starting

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

idk

plato

no longer writing in the third person

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

lol

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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all that is to say

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

was it worth it

is everyoneback on tumblr now