Thank you, Jack
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
and the fake qualifier
December 2025
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
whats your name?
what do you mean
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.
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason