After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I am below everything.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.