There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i have read not even 1 book
its good
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i really havent
so the method has to be autonomous
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.