Clothes: black hoodie

Kuto’s life no. 930

Post date April 3, 2023

Kuto's life was filled with fear. He was always afraid of the dark

Kuto’s life was filled with fear. He was always afraid of the dark, of monsters, of ghosts. But he never told anyone about his fears. He didn’t want to be seen as a coward.

One day, Kuto’s family decided to move to Nepal. Kuto was excited at first, but then he started to get scared again. He was scared of the new place and the new people. But he didn’t say anything and went along with his family.

When they arrived in Nepal, Kuto’s hair began to fall out in clumps. His parents were worried and took him to see a doctor. The doctor said that it was just stress and that there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically.

Kuto’s hair continued to fall out until he had buzz cut . His once honey blonde hair was now short and stubbly . He also began to lose weight and his face became very thin . People started calling him “the skeleton boy” because he looked so different from before . Even his glasses were broken and had been repaired with tape .

Kuto’s life no. 403

Post date March 20, 2023

Kuto had always been a melancholy person. It was as if he were born with a cloud over his head. Even when he was living in Puerto Rico

Kuto had always been a melancholy person. It was as if he were born with a cloud over his head. Even when he was living in Puerto Rico, surrounded by the bright colors and sounds of the island, Kuto couldn’t help but feel sadness.

Now, Kuto was back in his home country of Japan and the sense of gloom that followed him around seemed even heavier. He had come back to visit his family after many years away and it felt like a part of him had died in the process.

He walked through the streets of Tokyo, feeling lost and alone. Everything was so different from what he remembered and yet, nothing had changed at all. The same bustling city filled with people who didn’t seem to care about anyone but themselves.

As he made his way through the crowd, Kuto noticed a man wearing a green cyclist cap walking towards him. The man’s hair color was black and he had a goatee on his chin. He wore a black hoodie that covered most of his body except for his hands which were shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Kuto’s life no. 626

Post date March 19, 2023

It was early morning when Kuto woke up from the sound of his alarm. He lazily got out of bed

It was early morning when Kuto woke up from the sound of his alarm. He lazily got out of bed, feeling like he had slept for days. He switched off his alarm and silently made his way to the bathroom, where he relieved himself before starting his daily routine.
Kuto began by shaving his face clean, something he did every other day. He then moved on to trimming his hair, which was now a buzz cut since he had shaved it all off a few weeks ago. It used to be blond, but now it was more of a brownish color due to the dirt and grime that had built up on it.
Once he was satisfied with how he looked, Kuto left the bathroom and walked over to his bedroom window. He stared out at the cityscape before him, taking in the sights and sounds of Kuwait City. The streets were already busy with people going about their day and cars honking their horns as they drove past each other.
A sigh escaped Kuto’s lips as he turned away from the window and started getting ready for school

Kuto’s life no. 938

Post date March 7, 2023

"Kuto

“Kuto,” said the voice on the other end of the line, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your father has passed away.”

The news came as a shock to Kuto. He had been estranged from his father for years and hadn’t even spoken to him in over a decade. But now that he was gone, Kuto felt a pang of sadness and loss.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Is there anything I can do?”

“We’re having a funeral service for him tomorrow,” his mother replied. “You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

Kuto thought about it for a moment before deciding that he would indeed go to his father’s funeral. It was the least he could do after all these years. Plus, maybe it would give him some closure on their relationship.

Kuto’s life no. 998

Post date February 16, 2023

The Kuto's life was filled with grief. His wife and child had been killed in a car accident

The Kuto’s life was filled with grief. His wife and child had been killed in a car accident, and he had been left alone. He turned to alcohol to numb the pain, and eventually lost his job. He became homeless, and ended up living on the streets of Ascension Island.

One day, Kuto met a man named Tristan da Cunha Saint Helena. Tristan was also homeless, but he had a green ranger hat that he always wore. Kuto thought that maybe if he could get ahold of one of those hats, it would bring him some luck.

So Kuto started following Tristan around, hoping to steal his hat. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get close enough to take it without getting caught. Finally, in desperation, Kuto attacked Tristan and took his hat by force. But as soon as he put it on his head, he felt nothing but regret and sadness. The hat did nothing for him except remind him of all the sorrow in his life.

Kuto’s life no. 928

Post date January 26, 2023

The darkness engulfs me like an old friend. I am safe here. Protected from the bright

The darkness engulfs me like an old friend. I am safe here. Protected from the bright, cruel world. I can breathe. I can think. I am free.

But even in the safety of the darkness, my mind is filled with anxiety. Thoughts and fears that haunt me day and night. They are my constant companions, never giving me a moment’s respite.

I am afraid of the future. Of what it holds for me. I am scared of failing, of not being good enough. And most of all, I’m terrified of being alone forever; of never finding someone to love and who will love me in return.”

Kuto’s life no. 781

Post date January 15, 2023

Kuto had always been a melancholy sort of creature. Even as a young child

Kuto had always been a melancholy sort of creature. Even as a young child, he could be found sitting in the corner of his room, gazing off into the distance with a forlorn expression on his face. His parents had tried their best to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to work. It was as if Kuto’s heart was permanently clouded over by sadness.

As Kuto grew older, his melancholy only deepened. He became withdrawn and stopped speaking to anyone except when absolutely necessary. His hair turned an off-black color and he began to wear it in a middle part medium haircut that made him look even more dour than before. He also shaved his face, which only served to accentuate the darkness within him. The one bright spot in Kuto’s life was his silver septum piercing; it was the only thing that brought any hint of light into his otherwise dismal existence.

One day, Kuto decided that he’d had enough of living in Georgia; everything there reminded him too much of all the happiness he’d once had before it all went away. So he packed up his meager belongings and set out for greener pastures elsewhere. He didn’t know where he was going or what he would do when he got there, but anything would be better than remaining in Georgia and wallowing in misery forevermore

Kuto’s life no. 949

Post date October 25, 2022

Kuto was born in American Samoa and grew up surrounded by the beauty of nature. From a young age

Kuto was born in American Samoa and grew up surrounded by the beauty of nature. From a young age, Kuto was fascinated by the animals and plants that filled his homeland. He would often spend hours watching the birds flying overhead or investigating the different shells on the beach. As he got older, Kuto’s love for nature only grew stronger.

Nowadays, Kuto still enjoys spending time outdoors exploring all that nature has to offer. He especially loves going on hikes and camping trips where he can really immerse himself in his surroundings. Even though he now lives in America, Kuto makes sure to visit Samoa often so that he can stay connected to his roots.

No matter where he is, Kuto always seems to find wonder in the world around him. To others, it may just look like a tree or a rock but to Kuto, each one is special and unique in its own way. His enthusiasm is contagious and it’s one of the things that people love most about him

Kuto’s life no. 3

Post date October 1, 2022

Kuto had never felt so disgusted in his life. He was in Ecuador

Kuto had never felt so disgusted in his life. He was in Ecuador, standing in the middle of a market square, and all around him were people haggling and bargaining over the price of goods. The stench of sweat and garbage was overwhelming, and Kuto felt like he was going to vomit.

He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but first he had to find a way to get some money. He had no idea how he was going to do that, but he knew he couldn’t just stand around here all day.

Suddenly, Kuto’s attention was caught by a commotion across the square. A group of men were arguing with each other, their voices raised in anger. They pushed and shoved each other, and it looked like they were about to come to blows.

Kuto didn’t know what to do; should he try to stop them or just stay out of it? But before he could decide, one of the men pulled out a knife and stabbed another man in the stomach. The victim fell to the ground with a cry of pain while his attacker ran away into the crowd.

Kuto’s life no. 489

Post date September 23, 2022

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Kuto who lived in the Faroe Islands. He was filled with anger and had a scar across his forehead. His hair was light blonde and he wore a black hoodie. He also had a lumberjack beard. Kuto’s life was not an easy one. He often got into fights with other people and always seemed to be on the verge of losing control. One day, Kuto went into town to buy some supplies for his home. While he was there, he got into an argument with another man. The man insulted Kuto and called him names. This made Kuto so angry that he attacked the man, hitting him in the face with his fist. The man fell to the ground, unconscious