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.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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

"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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Worse Lift

feel you

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.

plato

like first name

currently

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

and the fake qualifier

i was tempted to lie about my name

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

sorry i am texting like a slav

send your tumblr

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

lol