Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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 am below everything.
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered