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'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.

Worse Lift

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no longer writing in the third person 

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i see a website

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Style

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i want to do that too

abrar?