somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

was it worth it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack

really i want the internet

wait what is that

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter