Thank you, Jack
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
yes
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
I am below everything.
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.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
really i want the internet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41