I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i want to do that too
barren land
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no like which do people call me
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
is this you as well
in a post. I want to be remembered
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
no longer writing in the third person
thank you
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i was tempted to lie about my name
currently
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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.