dreams are prophecies, not fantasies

we were meant to rule the world but society wants us to believe that we staked our claim too late

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erections used to be fun. then leadership kicked in and now theyre annoying because i could be planning but instead im blushing and panting and desperately humping my desk and praying for some release

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i had a wonderful dream today. she was alive and when i confessed, she didnt call me a monster. i guess a guy can only dream of somethin that great happenin, huh?

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eye-catching???? why do i have to sound so goddamn pretentious sometimes?? sure, im the worlds greatest and sexiest leader ever, but come ON, kuwata. your coat looks gay as fuck.

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oh, i still got a journal? fascinating. i'm tempted to burn all the pages before this one, but... it's nostalgic, almost, looking back on my foolish past.-- i ain't here to impress anybody, i don't gotta speak all poetic in my own damn journal. hard habit to break, i guess.

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it's snowing outside. but it's a lot of snow. it's snowing hard as dicks outside. there we go. that comparison works.

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oh my god there is a baby robot on tumblr. i kinda want to hug it. i really want to hug it. but it's a robot and now i'm pretty sad because even though im not too much into robots im pretty psyched because i didnt know robots could be babies.

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i want to get laid. but then again when do i not want to get laid. im leon kuwata thats basically lay-me kuwata with an alternate spelling i am 90% sure of this.

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                    she's so perfect

                  how is she so perfect

                      it isn't fair

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       when i inhale

           it sounds like wind

               blowing through a hollow forest

and i wonder, i just wonder

                                        am i hollow inside?

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you know, i had always been afraid of getting too close to a person. like, not like fuckbuddies-- that was actually the goal, you know. i'm talking about falling in love. when your dreams are too big for your heart to grow to the right size, when you but your own ambitions over the ability to be affectionate-- when you fall in love and your emotional proportions are all outta wack-- that is terrifying. but here i am, staring that fear in the face, and though i can't now, i plan on laughing at it.

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daily tip for romance from yours truly: treat your partner like a person. a person, then royalty, then a greek pantheon. after that, treat them like a person again.

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speaking of intimacy. where the hell's komaeda? i haven't seen him since i asked him out, and the game's tonight. i'm worried. is he even gonna show?

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I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.

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to start this off, lemme get one things straight. this ain't no diary. it's a journal. maybe a future feild guide to living like Leon. but for now. a journal. not a diary. still, if i'm caught with this damn thing, the team'll have my ass handed to me in minutes, so don't even mention it to my face.