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.

Style

IWGD

it is hopeful

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.

no longer writing in the third person

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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what do you think my name is

or never left

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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13, H, grate

was it worth it