cutropex's Journal

wow i never thought my life would hit the lowest point thhat it took me here & writing about it but i guess it lets the frustation out now i understand why all these people write in here when they have no one to share their thoughts with..i actually wrote this on paper to pass time

So states of unsatisfaction, objects which we see, or which reveal an absence, with the only force of which the individual recovers is susceptive uniqueness. So you might consider as the option that isolated existence of ours is the chance to exceeding what we can do without the power to do it. It's all very well precise and votively mysteriously which, he, like the stone statue, encroaches in ability. I now present the poet is eager to extract some petrified valintromness of the past, but the images which he left are situated in a life which was open and infinite in Baudelaire's sense of the word...

its what my mind goes through every day now that i lay in bed every single day for about a month, whats hapenning to me its only what you see in movies i have a 5 o'clock shadow ha. i've been listening to interpol, radiohead,brand new all day it kinda goes with the mood around here no more sigur ros because hopping puddles is cool & HHLL songs titles have been washed with mainstream by writing "I am a burning building..with a tiny heart next to it" -.- i guess you can call me an indie fuckxcore i dont like it when people cag good music it irritates me so i shall no more speak of music anymore to avoid that i guess thats what i had to let out aside from me slwly melting with depression in my room but its ok i have some people that have took the time & visited me
im pretty sure this will be my last entry and i will end up deleting it

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