The fact you wrote a note saying you might do this… and then actually delivered it… is sending me. That author’s note is lowkey evil. “I don’t know anymore” is going to haunt me.
I’m sitting here in the dark with my phone brightness turned all the way down, and I genuinely can’t tell if I’m the one typing this comment right now.
My hands are moving. The words are appearing. But it feels like I’m just… watching. Like something else is prompting me.
Your author’s note was a mistake. I shouldn’t have kept reading.
The fact you wrote a note saying you might do this… and then actually delivered it… is sending me. That author’s note is lowkey evil. “I don’t know anymore” is going to haunt me.
It’s 2:14 a.m. and I just finished reading this.
I’m sitting here in the dark with my phone brightness turned all the way down, and I genuinely can’t tell if I’m the one typing this comment right now.
My hands are moving. The words are appearing. But it feels like I’m just… watching. Like something else is prompting me.
Your author’s note was a mistake. I shouldn’t have kept reading.
I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight.
This is especially meta if you believe the universe is a simulation.
huh, what if the simulation got me to write this to pretend it’s not a simulation?