wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
but really the thing should be autonomous
brb i will read and reply sincerely
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
wait what is that
like magnets
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class