#now its 2am and exhaustingly humid and I had such a good night I just want to write

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I've played the demo a lot just as an annoying Id simulator but when I do change things up and MC heads back alone I'm always reminded by how much I love how you describe the scenery. The way everything feels so alive is just so enjoyable to read, even when it's unsettling. In any case, hope you're doing okay and thank you for your time and work.

I just want you to know that you put 10 million butterflies in my stomach, writhing and fluttering in the best way possible. (I love you).

I have been feeling so strange with this story, something that sets it apart from the other stories I have written in the past; not only is it a public thing (which has spelled disaster for me in the past) but it's. God damn. It's so personal - when I write verbose descriptions of the world the MC calls home, it's home to me too. It's whatever is found beneath the watery pathways of my brain, it's the dense forest of my escape. Every leaf has been touched by my curious fingertips. I constantly live it, like I'm recording a codex inversus of my own, and it's gratifying beyond belief to get to share that with people that care, like you. Every time I see you telling me kind words; to take my time, to care for the characters that will dote on your mc's (and how lively my inner loneliness feels now, with all of them here. Never stop telling me about them, please.). It just puts a smile on my face that doesn't quite wash away.

I know I'm terrible with keeping up with social media and everything, but I keep you and your messages in my mind constantly, alongside me when I jot things down quick, in 8 hour never ending sessions, when I'm staring at the ceiling and there's nothing but the constant noise of the ac unit. So really, thank you :) I can't wait to share the next part, as soon as I untangle it from the sponge cradled in my skull. It's hard work, but I'll do it, and it's really thanks to you.

#we will not talk about this in the morning do you hear me. ive had wine and im vulnerable #ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #i was social tonight and its put a bit of a blaze beneath my breastbone #now its 2am and exhaustingly humid and I had such a good night I just want to write #why do I have to be up tomorrow. augh #all I want to do is listen to one (1) song on repeat that I heard tonight #the lyrics are very Id/mc #ethan bortnick - engravings #a tangent but. holy crap it felt good to feel like a scene kid again on a park bench with this blaring from the speakers #before I give you my entire lifes story - i am doing better now; free again from the black hole that is my family dynamic #im writing more and more every day #peace and love on planet fucking earf #good NIGHT #<3