its good

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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.

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

not their contents

i want to do that too

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i was tempted to lie about my name