way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
it is hopeful
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.currently
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.