i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
no longer writing in the third person
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.
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
not so on: yvf(wthw)
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
wait what is that