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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

bro i read nothing in my life

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send link

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

was it worth it


Thank you, Jack

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Style




it is hopeful

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.