really i want the internet
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
but i respect your search
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.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
kind of mythopoesis
abrar?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
in a post. I want to be remembered
much more tactility
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Thank you, Jack
no i haven't really read anything