Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

Slug

not so on: yvf(wthw)

no longer writing in the third person

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

December 2025

or never left

autonomy of learning

its good short few pages

ion

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

really i want the internet