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

really i want the internet

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

it is hopeful

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.

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.

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

yes

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thank you, Jack

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

no longer writing in the third person