Honestly, I feel trepidation because I really wanted to like this, but I don’t think I can take any more of this whining introspection. Like girl, you just crushed a cockroach, get over yourself.
The writing is extremely uneasy, takes so many twists and turns and just feels extremely solipsistic. Idm the empty narrative, but give me something to hold on to that’s not just an echochamber of one’s thoughts
— Dec 23, 2025 03:50PM
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