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

idk

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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

really i want the internet

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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