So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS KID HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
Aokigahara (青木ヶ原). There are over 100 dead bodies found in the Aokigahara in Japan every year. It’s known as the place where most suicides, after the Golden Gate Bridge, take place. You can wander around and suddenly come across rotten bodies, guns, razor blades, suicide letters nailed on trees. A sign at the forests entry tries to hold people back,”mind your children, mind your parents,talk about your pain”,a phone number of a suicide hotline under it. Even children were found dead in the Forest. Old cars are standing in front of the forest, broken bicycles. There are tents with dead bodies, arms, legs, even eyes in them lying around. A haunting, but fascinating Place.
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I had an afro once and it was kind of awesome, albeit slightly misshapen.
I think I’m deep and that my thoughts are revolutionary but I’m actually just tired and I had a strong cup of coffee and my mind is liquid and dripping out my ears, eyes, nose and mouth. Smashing my face on a keyboard would make more sense than the drips spilling onto this paper. I could put this book on the road and let the rain pour through the ink hoping that it would transform these random scribbles into an articulate neat paragraph. But I don’t want to look like a weirdo standing under a street light in the rain, looking down as my journal becomes mush. I look weird enough as it is.
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19 and trying to find direction. This is just distraction.
