One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i love it here

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Better Lift

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

and the fake qualifier

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

its good

plato

you have a beautiful account btw

i want to do that too

"Put a blanket."