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.

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.

it is hopeful

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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wait what is that

Lift Analysis

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

send link

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thank you, Jack

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

i really havent

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

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