Envy

Ten seats away, a woman I’d once made out with was surrounded by men — and jealousy surged through me with an intensity wildly disproportionate to reality. Turns out, she wasn’t even the right woman.

Something about “you can’t always get what you want.”

The other side of the “I’m arrogant” story.

Both sides, now.

I get confused about which is which.

Charlotte’s gonna get fucked. And I feel safe.

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

I’m loving ChatGPT….

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

A rough morning.