Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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.

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

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Style

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

...

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

hello reader,

Lift Analysis

2 (actually index). two is company

what do you mean

thank you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

I Write Goodbye Letter