i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like magnets
feel you
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
all that is to say
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
so at the end
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.its good