Today I felt like starting

IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I am below everything.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

hiding from the rain

it is hopeful

not their contents

sorry i am texting like a slav

we need to be deconstructing our identities

which magnetises chains of pins

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

ahnaf abrar

have you read

is this you as well

i was tempted to lie about my name