I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

no longer writing in the third person

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.

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17