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.

IWGD

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Rain, starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.