IWGD

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.

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.

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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