"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
December 2025
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.
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.
hello reader,
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no like which do people call me
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