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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

so at the end

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no like which do people call me

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

feel you