"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really." 
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but i respect your search

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

was it worth it

the site i am dreaming

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i really havent

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

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Style

wait what is that

hello reader,

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

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

13, H, grate