Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually
they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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'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.