at some point and time I posted these but somehow or another Ijournal managed to fucking delete them
So I'll post them again. I really dont know what bullshit I wrote to go along with them in the first place.
It was just some kid who fell asleep on the train
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it appears as though importance has been given over to the space between the words ( Read more... )

Sometimes I dream about another a life,
inside my head,
Its very similar to the one I lead now,
only different.

I accidentally cut the tip of my pinky finger off last night ( Read more... )

A stranger found his way to my breakfast table ( Read more... )

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I cut and paste a movie quote as my last entry.
Its cheating I know.
There is so much responsibility when you put into
written words.
You can be held accountable.
I dont feel like I'm contributing much these day.
It makes me feel as if I'm on the verge of growing detached again.
Its safe.
This is all nonsense.