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.
no longer writing in the third person
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too
specific.
Slug
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
bro i read nothing in my life
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I Write Goodbye Letter
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story
a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling
something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever
but the thinking is useful
