much more tactility
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
was it worth it
so at the end
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
lol yea
ahnaf abrar
we need to be deconstructing our identities