They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
currently
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thank you, Jack