I'm working on an essay, studying for the exams, and making the fourth fragment for the neon purgatory. Anyway, I'm giving you some highlights from my technology class. While we were studying fucking beams, we were having a blast.
Our technology teacher saw some of us studying history and she said: "Still studying history? You're only interested in kings and emperors? Here, let me draw a crown on top of this beam so you pay attention" and proceeded to draw the fucking crown LOL.
After a while, Violet, who sits next to me, started passing me a note.
Then I updated it and added the caption: "Levitating." Next, I added this:
I then started writing it like a fucking physics excercise: "Calculate the distance 'd' knowing that your straight back belongs to π: x + z = 45000 and that the bed belongs to π': x + y = 6.67 × 10⁻¹¹."
She added: "And your head has the aphelion of Pluto and the perigee of the Earth, calculate the density of the Sun."
I then added: "Data: Mass of the Sun: 15 g. Elastic constant k = 28 m³. Initial phase 3π². Alex's favorite color: HTML #0337E2. Dante’s size = 48 cm. Today's temperature: 11º, mostly sunny. Capital of Spain = Teruel. Culprit: Torrente."
She added: "Knowing this, calculate your schizophrenia."
Then I added in the back.
Then Cirus gave us a paper, and Violet made this drawing that says "Chicken, chicken for the creole" (it rhymes in spanish)
With a corner of the paper, I wrote "black" (inside joke, and tried to put it in his backpack without him noticing,failing miserably. He sent back the corner with "Argelina le gusta la paca la paca,", which I don't even know what it means, and then, sent me a post it note with this angel-axolotl-pig monstrosity. Admire
Okay so I just published the third fragment. I spent a lot of time on it because I got stuck, but I managed to write it yesterday. I've been inspiring a lot on Atun-Shei Films for Joey, since, well, Joey reminds me of the Johnny Reb arc in Checkmate Linconites! (go check it the fuck out). Also, Luke seems a bit more explosive than he actually is, but that was kind of the point, he got hit in the wound.
I also updated some important things in my philosophy part of the page. I've been dealing a lot with that, just out of fun (and spite for the catholic church)
This week I won't be as active because EXAM WEEK BABY!!!
Po, from China, writes:
"Hello Alejo,
I am Po, the Kung Fu Panda and the dragon warrior. I am writing you to tell you that I love food. This is very important information, keep it safe.
Goodbye."
Yes, master. I will keep this information safe, as a fellow food lover. Also, send me Tigress' IG when you can ;) LOL (I know it's you GlaDOS)
Cirus, from Middle Earth, asks:
"Hey, Alex, I really wanted to read your diary but the entry of the 14th is missing (not want to put pressure on you)"
Uhm, Cirus? There's no entry Tooth Fairy, there is no Santa Claus, there is no Queen of England, and there is no entry of the 14th. There is no war in Ba Sing Tse.
Okay, so, I've been working on a lot of things. I wanna publish two things by tomorrow, apart from doing an update to my philosophy page. Anyway, to make you not miss me, and my silly updates, here are the two quotes from my teachers I found funny these last two days. They're different conversations
History Teacher: ...the Caroline Islands, named for Charles V, the Marianne Islands, named for one of his sisters, and the Palaos, named for I don't know who.
Technology Teacher: It's because I love philosophy, and explaining it to my kids when they needed help with their exams. But history? I bribed my husband! I bribed my husband for him to ask them the questions, I told him "I'll make you potato tortilla tonight if you help the kids study for their history exam."
I made a page to put on all my philosophical thoughts. Tell me in the contact part at the bottom if I forgot anything or any retorts you have.
Note: I wrote this down yesterday's night.
I love you all so much.
I've been staring at my bedside window. I Iive in a fifth, so I would probably die from the impact.
Today there was a phrase that stuck with me.
Me: "Dante, did you check my journal?"
Dante: "Yeah. Alex, your diary wouldn't bring a smile to anyone."
That one. That stuck with me.
I mean, if you read the whole thing without knowing me, you would probably think I am a depressed loner, but I have quite some friends, and I make them laugh, kinda, and they manage to stand all my antics.
Thinking about it, I barely show to them all the sadness I harbor.
I fucking love you all.
I really do.
Come to think about it, that may be my biggest flaw.
Today we got our physics exam grades. I didn't approve, of course, but I wasn't worried because there's still at least three more exams, and it's continuous evaluation, so it's kinda fine.
But a girl two seats behind me, was super worried and crying. I haven't talked with her much, but she seems funny and I've taken a few laughs out of her, probably out of my stupidity. I went to her, sat in front of her, and tried to comfort her, saying anything I could. Her crying subsided, but I still felt I sounded not genuine, even though I really wanted to comfort her.
After the classes ended, I went with Dante, Cirus and Violet to Cirus' and Violet's house. Their father told them both (they both didn't pass) that they would "talk later". Cirus went to his room, and Violet went into the bathroom. I knew they both felt pretty bad, so I first went to Cirus and sat in his bed. He took out a little fake candle that simulated flickering.
Cirus: "It's calming." - he whispered.
Then, we both started at it for a long time. I finally broke the silence and said.
Me: "I know we can, Cirus. We're going to be aright. I'm going to live. I refuse to die!"
He only shrugged, and said.
Cirus: "I hope so."
Then, I went to Violet's bedroom, where Dante was laying. I asked him about Violet. He told me she wanted to be alone, and she locked herself in the bathroom. She had her phone, so we were texting her. I told her that if she needed me, she could count on me, and that I wanted her to be okay. It's not true that she can count on me, I'm probably the most unreliable person. Then, I went out of their house while Dante stayed, making the way to my home, alone.
My cousin is visiting in my house. I made my lunch, because I was home alone. My father called me while I was eating it. He wanted me to go to a place two hours from my home just to get her venezuelan cheese. I made up excuses to not go, even offering to pay for the gas of the ride he could take, because he was on the car, already outside. He told me.
Dad: "Your cousin says thanks." - and he hung the call.
I felt so mad. So damn mad. Because I do love my cousin, and yeah, if I had a bit more energy, and the actual drive to get out of my fucking house, I would have done it. But I didn't. I fucking didn't.
After I cleaned the kitchen, instead of doing what I wanted to do, I just slacked off and lost my time. Finally, night came. I made dinner, and cleaned the kitchen for the third time today. Then, I went to bed, and started to cry, silently, like I always cry. I stared at my bedside window.
And here I am, writing this. Because I wanted to say something. That even if I don't make you happy, even if I am a problem for you, which I am...
I love you.
I love you all.
With all my heart.
Seeing someone suffer is so horrible to me, and when I can't help, it makes me feel impotent. Sure, I can laugh at funny videos of people falling, but it's not the same. Actually knowing that a person needs my help and mot being able to give it? Goddamnit, it breaks me.
Both Wheatley and Onion had told me "if I wasn't venezuelan, I would be a communist." And I fucking agree completely. I once became friends with a beggar that asked for spare change in a supermarket I went regularly. I just gave him spare change, and when I bought cookies, you know, the prince ones? I gave him some. He was so damn happy and thankful. I already knew how happy things like that make people. It's so heartwarming.
If I could, I would make everyone happy. I love everyone, specially the people that manage to stand me.
I love you all.
The problem I have been seeing recently is that everyone seems to be getting better. Nagisa got a girl, Theresa got a boy, my mom has a friend here in Spain, a teen like me she kinda takes care of, my grandma is out in the US where my aunt treats her like a queen, my father has been loosing stress, and if it wasn't for the physics exam, Cirus and Violet would be better. I can keep listing.
Me? I've stayed right in the same place. And everyone worries about me. I don't wanna be a worry. I want them to be happy. To be free from me. To be free of their problem. It's like the universe is slowly replacing me.
I love them all. I love my friends, my family... I want nothing but the best for them...
Including her. Her. I love her.
She knows I love her. I told her once we were talking about love, and she told me she didn't have the same feelings as I did, but that she was open. I told her again some days ago, but she deflected the conversation.
I wanna tell her so many more times. Not because I'm like "oh I wanna be your boyfriend" or some shit. I genuinely feel like whatever happens, whatever she does, I will still like her, and want her by my side, as anything, friend, lover, whatever. I think that's the deepest kind of love, unconditional and eternal.
When I told her the second time, before deflecting the conversation with a joke, she told me that I didn't know her. Maybe I'm just blinded, but that's kind of the point of why I love her. Because I want to know her and be in her life.
I'm going to take a train to see her in Sunday, because she's in Spain on vacation but not in my city.
I wanna tell her I love her a million times, but I don't think she would like it. She's too modest for that.
I wanna tell her anyway. I want her to feel my absolute devotion to her, the full extent of how much I love her, because she's the only person that would at least listen.
I love her.
I love you all.
I want nothing but the best for all people in the world. I would do anything to do it, even if it means getting me out of the way. I will be happy knowing you all are happy. But because I always give comfort, I feel like I never receive.
Catherine gives me small amounts of comfort, the most she can from so far. Theresa manages to calm me down through her wisdom, when she can. Sometimes my friends try to give me some peace. My mom depending on the day helps me. Apart from that, nothing. I have no usual doctor, no constant source of comfort. And I think I need one to keep going, but I know I am probably never getting one, so, in the end, I end up not enough for anything.
I'm just a constant source of stress.
Do doctors have a doctor? Or do they have to patch the wounds themselves? Am I, a useless, motionless, meaningless, and inalterable human, enough to satisfy anyone? Or am I just meant to be a resting place without cure for itself, or worse, a problem that sometimes has sweet sides?
I didn't make this web to give you hope and smiles. It was a way for me to vent.
I love you all.
I love you all so much.
I'm only alive because of you.
I just hate everything. I just love everything. I can't decide. I'm kinda crashing down today. I don't know, a lot is like happening today, somehow. I'll publish the third fragment today, please read it and tell me if I'm bad at writing to stop. I updated the bingo card too.
Okay, I've made the second fragment of the neon purgatory (GO READ NOW AND USE THE FORM TO COMMUNICATE TO ME TO GIVE ADVICE). Also, i think I'm going, as a side project, start making the games on the arcade, just for fun. If you want to know about them, I will post some game devlogs when I got time. Also, if you want me to release them (if I ever finish one), pay me 7 euros, which is what costs to buy the license to export them, because i'm doing them in gamemaker.
There was a video that gave me back the joy to make games. I'm also writing the second fragment. I also have another exam tomorrow. I also wrote a song. I'm finally doing what my fucking tags says?!! That's incredible!! Anyway, I'll be busy today.
I've decided to make a short story series based on a dream I had like 9 years ago and that stuck with me since. I hope any of you like it, after all, it's my writing, even though it's probably not that good or interesting.
Nigga nigga, from Niggaland, says: "My bro is so nigga that even with sunscreen you can't see him in the dark, he's so nigga..."
You should honestly take schizophrenia pills. Honest to god. The worst part is, I actually know who you are, and you're not black or black descent. If I reveal who you are, brother, you are COOKED *skull emoji*.
Also, it's worth noting his email is "niggaswithoutborders@yahoo.com".
So I made it so you can contact me.
So, I just found out how to easily do multiple subpages inside the page, so the site is getting a big upgrade. That's when I can, because right now I'm out with my momma and a friend. Apart from that, not much going on right now.
OH GOD OH FUCK. okay so I almost deleted all entries, except these last two. Good thing is, by mistake, I dowloaded the version before I started working on the archive page, so they're safe. When I get home, I'll set it up.
KAY! All set up! I got the main page, the game devlog page,and the archive and the bingo card. You can find the links to it at the bottom of all those pages, and up at the main page.
I just feel so damn bad lately, but thankfully, good moments exist right now, like MIKU'S SKIN IN FORTNITE BABY LES GOOO THANKS DANTE I FUCKING LOVE YOU MAN!!!!
Anyway, first, I've been super busy with (insert excuse for my sloth here) and exams. Apart from the usual things, like more and more rage and sadness attacks, especially in public now, which kinda worries me, because, well, you know, I wanna be a normal human being that doesn't walk through life suddenly crashing down in an emotional attack in the middle of Walmart, so, I should go see a therapist for that. Right now, I have two main people I can vent with, two of my teachers from past years (of course, I'm a teacher's pet, how didn't you guess? I am literally a nerd.)
Apart from them, I talk with others, like Edward, this year's language teacher, Hannah, this year's philosophy teacher, and Dorothy, this year's math teacher. But the two ones getting all the juicy details are these two.
I just feel so damn bad lately, but thankfully, good moments exist right now, like MIKU'S SKIN IN FORTNITE BABY LES GOOO THANKS DANTE I FUCKING LOVE YOU MAN!!!!
Anyway, first, I've been super busy with (insert excuse for my sloth here) and exams. Apart from the usual things, like more and more rage and sadness attacks, especially in public now, which kinda worries me, because, well, you know, I wanna be a normal human being that doesn't walk through life suddenly crashing down in an emotional attack in the middle of Walmart, so, I should go see a therapist for that. Right now, I have two main people I can vent with, two of my teachers from past years (of course, I'm a teacher's pet, how didn't you guess? I am literally a nerd.)
Apart from them, I talk with others, like Edward, this year's language teacher, Hannah, this year's philosophy teacher, and Dorothy, this year's math teacher. But the two ones getting all the juicy details are these two.
Emotional breakdown incoming: I have nothing of value to give to the world and I have proved it with every breath I give. Of course, people notice, like Dante, who has been slowly getting tired of my constant state of "Life is shit, I'm going to suicide", even though that's something that should be serious. And, in fact, I think if I continue to tell everyone those things, they're going to get tired of me. And that's damn well okay. I want them to abandon me and let me alone so I can suicide without feeling bad about it.
Nagisa tried to ask me today what's happening with me. Truth is, I feel more alone than ever. Specially since he got a girlfriend. And It's probably deserved, I'm a shitty person, and I know it. I don't really know how I got my friends, maybe luck or just that I call them friends but they just stand me. I keep shunning and shunning them off, slowly drifting apart, not on purpose, but actively doing so anyway. Why do I shun them off? I really don't know, I just feel like their lives are perfect without me, and I'm giving them the space they deserve without me. I'm a mess, a stress maker, I only bring hardships and problems they have to stand. And that's horrible. I don't want to be that person. I don't want to be.
Once I saw a video about "the desire to end oneself". Didn't watch it 'til the end, but it actually put the question in my head. Why do I feel such a desire to end my own life? Truth is, I don't know. You could say it's because I have suffered a lot in life, but no, I'm just whining about things anyone else can do easily. You could say I'm just blaming myself for everything, but at least I see the evidence. The most probable thing is that my conciousness itself is the one pushing weight on me. I've committed so many mistakes, and have done so little with the gifts I supposedly have, I feel like Da Vinci, I have sinned against humanity for doing so little...
I also saw a video by Tri-line, great channel, by the way, about the curse of intelligence. Is it my awareness of the state of the world what pushes me down? I don't think it is, yet maybe. I just know that my existence is pointless, and I am nothing but a waste of potential, just doomscrolling until I find the courage to end it all. I will never find an answer. I will never find love. I will never find the attention I seek. I will rot away in this bed, forever reminiscing about what could have been. Everyone will forget me, and move on, until my name isn't spoken ever again. And the worst part is, even though I fear it the most, I feel like I deserve it. I deserve the worst punishment of all for not being what I should have, being alone, forever, and being concious of it.
I told Nagisa I felt like in 8th grade. And it's true. I feel alone, wasting my time, making my grades plummet and just destroying everything I have worked for, being closer to suicide than ever. Those are the signals I see.
Fuck, I lied. Anyway, favorite dialogue of the day.
Me: "So, wait, people with ADHD can't drive in Spain?"
Wheatley: "Fornite Crash Reporter?"
Ugggh!!!! OKAY!! I'm sorry for not writing for a long time. But really, I have been really, and absolutely busy. My life goes against me at every damn turn, in fact. I've continued to develop my philosophy, and continued to have a lot of damn crisises. I'll continue damn writing after going to shower, I PROMISE.
Sorry for not writing. I'm just stupid. Anyway, fuck zodiac signs, ANALYZING MY FRIENDS PERSONALITIES BASED ON WHO THEIR FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN ONGEZELLIG ARE:
Okay, I'm going to study history today, but when I am about to sleep I'm probably going to philosophate a lot soooo i guess just wait like 5 hours.
Kay, so, sorry for not writing yesterday. I'm just super tired after finishing the damn physics assignments. Also, after all the damn things about Bubuchuela. Anyway, I've been feeling really depressed laely, so maybe I can use today's entry to maybe... I dunno, divagate like a philosopher? Or at least, like a Teenager cosplaying as an ancient greek philosopher in the middle of the Athens' Academy, while listening to Tally Hall, in a bed like a damn blorb. *sigh* Let my thoughts run free...
So, in first, the universe is perfect in its existence. Which is an absolute pain in the ass for us humans, that, because of being imperfect, are incapable of resembling the universe outside of us and its perfection, and messes with our brain in such a way that makes us get mad about it. Why can't we be perfect? Why can't we, humans, the ultimate species, the apex predator, the ruler of everything, find in ourselves the perfection that we can find in the nature?! That fact annoys us, so, it makes us suffer, in the end. It makes us angry. It makes us struggle against the universe itself, trying to give us the perfection that we don't, and can't have, making us give the world itself a middle finger, a rejection to exist as we are.
Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had, so he shot at the sun with a gun...
Shot at the sun with a gun...
Shot at his wily one, only friend...
This universe, this world that we fight, in itself, is perfect. It's ruled by an order, ouside of us. An order that evolves as much as we evolve, but much more primal. It doesn't have a conscience, or awareness that controls it. It just tries, over and over, until it finds its natural way of perfection, with no limit, or desire, or consistency. The universe just... is. And individually, it's not perfect either. But the sum of it is perfect. After all, the Golden Spiral is not perfect on it's own, but the fact that you can find it in shells, the seeds of a sunflower, or a Sonic picture, is what makes it important. Because meaning to the outside is given by the outside.
In the shadows...
or the ghetto...
In the town or the meadow...
In the billows, even over the sun.
And this order is governed by only one thing. Time. Time itself. You see, time is in constant movement. Why? Because the universe is in constant change, and any change, as miniscule and insignificant it may be, it makes time run by, and as time runs, the universe organizes itself. And this organization is what gives the universe its appeared perfection. And when finally, the universe reaches it, it will finally enjoy peace, the peace of stillness.
Every end of a time is another begun.
But in this stillness, it finds nothing. Only perfection. And what meaning is in this perfection? What meaning does perfection have if it's stability and sameness? In the end, as everything remains still, at the same time, nothing is unique, nothing is diferentiable, and, in general, everything is nothing. Yes, everything is nothing. After all, how can you differentiate two things from one another if they are unchanged, and equal in every way? So, this perfection, in the end, is nothingness. My friend Nagisa personifies this nothingness by making it Godlike. And this God, perfect and unexistent, suicides, because it finds perfection... empty. And this suicide, this destruction of perfection... Is what creates something, imperfection.
You understand? Mechanical hands are the ruler of Everything.
Ruler of Everything
In the end...
As I mentioned earlier, the human rebels against this seeming perfection we find in the universe. Why can't I be God? Why can't I be perfect? In its desperation, the human claims itself to be perfect. But, of course, as all perfection we perceive in our universe, perfection has a reason. So now, the foolish humans have to answer this conondrum. Why are we perfect? And in this search, the humans find reasons that never quite fit.
Do you like how I dance? I got zirconium pants!
Consequential enough to slip you into a trance...
Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?
Do you like how my face desintegrates into chalk?
I have a wonderful wife! I have a powerful job! She criticizes me for being egocentric...(Ha ha ha!)
In his search for the answer for that question, the human finds nothing satisfactory, only suffering, and despair, that only make its desperation grow and grow, getting bigger at every setback. It always seems to fit, but, at the last chance, it slips out of its hands and flies away into absurdity. And it always goes like that. Because trying to find perfection in the universe in mere parts of it is pointless. Perfection can only be found in the universe as a whole, but a human doesn't have time for that. The human is stopped by this order, this tyranical rule that binds our very existence to it, making us imperfect and weak against it. And we slowly realize that.
You practice your mannerisms into the wall
If this mirror were clearer, I'd be standing so tall!
I saw you sober over clovers on the side of the hill
I was observing the birds!
(Circle in for the kill...)
As we grow older, and realize the absolute imperfection we live in, and our own failures, the universe itself takes a stand against us, making us suffer out of our own stupidity. Of course we're going to suffer! We're never going to find perfection in our lives without changing them and rejecting the inherent imperfection that resides in our humanity! Yet, we still ask why do we suffer. Some solve it with a "it's all relative, and you should be grateful of your position, letting the universe go in its ways." But this approach is also absurd in its conception, because, by not taking part in this world, you become nothing, and reach a meaningless sense of perfection and peace, which isn't even real. Because, as we said, perfection is nothing, and by not reacting, you're being nothing, and therefore, perfect. You won. But you also lost yourself.
I've been you, I've known you, your facade is a scam.
You know you're making me cry? This is the way that I am!
When the human realizes the futility of the quest it has brought upon itself, aka, trying to define itself as perfect, it suffers. But in this suffering, it finally finds meaning to itself. Because, as it perceives what brings that perfection that it so desperately searches for, it finds its place in the natural order of the world, its place where it is finally happy, and helping the rest of the humans around it to find their own purpose. In this new peace, after all the suffering, the human finds happiness. And this happiness, this peace, this imperfection which has fknally been filled, is the goal of the human being, finally reaching it.
The song is great by the way, Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall.
OK. TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY. And I'm so happy, because I got to eat lasagna and I also got a 2TB disk. These seems to be the only good day of life. In the end, I'll start the physics assignment
Sorry for not doing an entry yesterday, I'm stupid and I forgot. Anyway, first of all, I added coyote time on my game. Second, tomorrow's my birthday. Third, there's a physics assignment due tomorrow, so I think I'm not getting sleep today. Fourth. I got a new desk!!!!
I wanna kill myself.
Ok, so I didn't finish my rant yesterday because I was busy eating damn good burgers with my besto friendos, so, what's promised is debt, I'm finishing this today. You see, I come from Venecozuela. And inmediately, that means I have a curse on my shoulders, like gypsy people, or other inmigrant populations. We're haunted by a damn dictatorship, that just makes every legal process until we're nationalized an absolute hell. On the other hand, we've got a mostly useless opposition, that does nothing but be corrupt, negotiate with the AFOREMENTIONED dictatorship, and give fake hopes. And I say mostly because, and I'm being totally honest right now (like always), I have hope for the future, and for Maria Corina, and Edmundo, yet, I don't get fed up in some of their blunders, or maybe, lies. This takes me to the point of today's entry, which is, how can people that are basically the same politically can control for so many years one single country and play so horribly with the hopes of the people?!
They're probably the stand-out opposition, the long lived monster that has existed for centuries and has never been slain, because it always manages to find itself in the "right" side of conflict, as a sneakily rat that goes to the first person that gives a bit of cheese. I'll be looking on the wikipedia page while I rant so I don't get my facts wrong. I fucking hate these guys, because they're a bunch of phonies. I have a book, that's from an socialist ex-guerrilla fighter and politician called Héctor Perez Marcano, who met directly one of the founders of AD, Rómulo Betancourt. It's a first hand source, to say, specially thinking, he's not ideologically inclined to twist his words. One of the extracts the book is this (translated):
"When we arrived at the breakfast, Betancourt opens the meeting addressing Moisés (Moisés Moleiro, the politician), and says to him: "Moisés, I read your article in Barricade. You're wrong. AD can't be a transitory party. AD won't be a transitory party". And showcasing his sagacity, adds: "You think about the party as when trolleys existed here, and had to go to Iron Bridge(Puente de Hierro, a Caracas neighborhood) to transfer there and go to the Paradise.(El Paraíso, a Caracas neighborhood)I am a socialist." -he said that himself, and those words got engraved in my mind-(and in mine too, Héctor)"and I aim for my grandchildren to live in socialism. What happens is that you, rebellious and hotheaded youngsters, as it's natural, and like I have been, want to carry the red rose(the symbol of social-democracy)on the lapel, and don't realize that we are in the western world and under the domain of the empire.(The US)You have to be anti-imperialist, but with skill. You, however, like to proclaim the aint-imperialism, and carry the red rose in the leap. That's why you're wrong, Moisés. This party will get to the Paradise. There's no need for another party for the transfer."
Yeah. This sounds like rethoric that could easily be said by the Chavist government. And this is said by its founder. Not only that, the attitude of the AD party in the government is basically a "proto-welfare state", slowly regulating the market and growing the state in size. With what money did they pay this groth? Oil, of course. When the oil prices crashed, we had the Caracazo, and the Black Friday, which we'll talk more about later. And after more than 24 years of government in the Venezuelan Republic, there comes Chavez, and they get relegated to... the main opposition party, full of old guard morons. Socialists against worse socialists. I swear, Venezuela is just crazy.
So, these guys, I could say the same that I said about AD, but, these are supposed to be the conservatives on Venezuela. In reality, these are just christian democrats. I really suggest the video Fonseca made if you want a real explanation that I don't want to give. In general, they acted the same in the goverment as AD. In fact, they nationalized the oil industry, and continued the spending spree the state had, causing the Black Friday, and starting an economic recession that basically no one solved. No, not even Carlos Andrés Perez, in fact, some of his measures in his first term were causes of the Black Friday. Also, the political roots of Chavez
Murderers, profiteers, criminals, dictators, drugdealers, motherfuckers. Hate them with all my life, and would erradicate them from the phase of the earth if I could. I won't let them anger me right now.
This is the new opposition, the one that I feel most betrayed by. These were the ones directing the opposition until Maria Corina. They have negotiated with the dictatorship, and even had some small connections to the dictatorship. Most people are apologetic with them, but after the 2019 fiasco, I don't believe in them, and actually, I was pretty dissapointed when they joined with Maria Corina. but it's what I expected. You always need an old guard to cover your back, sadly, it's one of the machiavellian rules of politics.
So, today I'm going to rant. Yep, pure, unbridled rant. You see, I come from Venecozuela. And inmediately, that means I have a curse on my shoulders, like gypsy people, or other inmigrant populations. We're haunted by a damn dictatorship, that just makes every legal process until we're nationalized an absolute hell. On the other hand, we've got a mostly useless opposition, that does nothing but be corrupt, negotiate with the AFOREMENTIONED dictatorship, and give fake hopes. And I say mostly because, and I'm being totally honest right now (like always), I have hope for the future, and for Maria Corina, and Edmundo, yet, I don't get fed up in some of their bunders, or maybe, lies. This takes me to the point of today's entry, which I'll finish after I shower, cause I'm going to hang out with my friends in 40 minutes
Ok, so my friend Wheatley went out of his way and read everything while getting his nationality because of being a damn veneco like me. And he urged, BEGGED me to update the frieds descriptions list, because of damn course, he thinks that there's only one way of looking at the world, which I suppose, is his. Anyway, let me update the whole list.
Ok, I have nothing to say today, apart of the fact that I'm starting the development of the multiplayer platformer. Also, I feel so damn bad, because I basically put all the groups of my friends. That's called a motion of censorship. But it makes me feel so damn lonely. I really want to write to my friends but i'm angy. I feel so alone...
I haven't written anything. Instead, I decided to start devicing a game. If I get a creative commons license, I'll put it here.
Update: Nah I don't wanna get it. Although nobody actually reads it anyway apart frrom Nagisa. I'll work on something to show my idea and I'll put it here.
Sooooo, yesterday was kind of a breakdown. But I actually feel kinda better today! In fact, I was doubting if I should write today, 'cause today is that lazy day of the year. Maybe I'll write something later in the day. Right now, I think I'll start writing a song, or continue with one of my writing WIPs.
Last day of the year. Huh. Hoped it would last longer. Any fucking way, this year has been... a rollercoaster. I feel that I am living in the world of other people, like I'm evading every part of my being And that's oviously by design, because, oh surprise, my life's shit. But it's so absurd how everyone tells me what to do to get mmy damn shit together, yet I don't do it because I know it will fail. It'll all fail. I'm just a waste of time in general. I waste oxygen, I waste air, I waste memory of all these websites I post things to. And everyone around me is so damn happy, and I feel happy for them, but I just feel this horrible sense of jealousy.
Yesterday, I cried a lot. Or well, I say I cried, yet actually, no tears came down, because I just feel like I'm crying. And tears do form, but they seem to be too fearful of the real world to just come out. And it's damn true. My self-esteem is a paper boat in a hurricane, while my motivation is the damn captain. Anything mildly annoying destroys everything I do and want to do. And I have so many things that I want to do, but can't. I want to live. I want to get out of my house, breathe in the fresh air, spend time with my friends and family, laugh and have fun with all of them, feeling like it all is really worth the time,, like it will give me something more. But it never does. It just feels dull, and annoying,, and stupid to do. I want to live,, but why? Why bother?
And so, instead of living the life I want, I spend my life waiting. Expecting for people to enter and do something for me. I spend my days locked in my bedroom playing some stupid games, while everyone else seems to be so happy and realized. And it bothers me. Why aren't they suffering like me?! Why am I the only stupid teen that is in such predicament?! And the worst part is, I know the answer..
The answer is, it's all meaningless for me. I'm just useless, they aren't. They actually do something about their lives and make them worth living for. Worth fighting for. What do I even have? Problems, that's what. Problems I call people, and hobbies, and chores. But it's true, they're problems, that I need to solve. Even God abandoned me, many, many years ago. I have a mouth, and I want to scream, yet I don't. Why? I tell myself I don't know, but I'm probably blocking the answer to not put a bullet through my head.
In every way possible, everything is going better. Yet, I don't find happiness in that.
I hope you have a nice New Years Eve. Have a nice damn day.
Musical Recommendation of the Day.
So, before I do the next entry, the real entry of today, what's promised is debt. I'll describe the rest f m friends. *sigh* To all this people, I'm sorry I'm not going to hold back.
If I didn't mention you,, it's not that you aren't important to me, just that, we haven't interacted enough for me to develop an opinion about you. Sorry. Have a nice day.
Ok, I played a lot of League of Legends with my friends. Caitlyn is damn hard to master ;.;
My higher level friends just killed me. BUT I GOT MORE KILLS THAN YOU JAYCE
Oh, yeah, talking about my friends. Or well, the group of friends from my highschool, because thankfully I retained my school friends. They are a bunch of silly billies, that's why they mildly accepted my ass into it, apart from obvious pity after seeing me going from group to group like a bee in a garden. Also they say I'm funny. Obviously a lie. Anyway, let's talk about them! WITH AN OBVIOUS CODENAME.
I'm tired. Tomorrow, I can tell you about the rest. I'm just tired. IT'S A LIE I AM ACTUALLY DEPRESSED LISTENING TO this
Oh my damn god I played League of Legends. And I liked it. What have I become??????!!
I main Caitlyn. I fucking love her if it didn't come off from yesterday's entry. And no, I'm not a lesbian. But what's better than one bar of chocolate? Two bars of chocolate. Exactly the same applies with me and reading Caitvi +18 fanfics.
That reminds me, I fucking love videogames. Videogames are probably my favorite thing in this world apart from freedom, they have been with me since I was like, what, four?? It all started when my mom and I were separated by a whole pacific ocean and me papa made me a facebook and skype account. I started playing those cheap free facebook games, there I met angry birds and the whole mobile scene. We're talking early 2011 here.
It was then when I learnt what Mario was. Well, I already had a Bee Mario plushie before, but it was around that time also when I got my hands in a pirated PS2. Any Latin American knows that a cracked PS2 is the holy grail of gaming. I'm not kidding, it's so damn cool, I could play nintendo games on it. THat was my first knowledge of Mario, in fact, I played Mario World in my pirated PS2. I also got a Wii around that time, also pirated. But my true love was when I decided to search "mario bross" in the google search bar and the thousands of Flash games popped out to my screen. I loved that era, where sites like friv or minijuegos stole from Newgrounds and I got to play hundreds of Flash Games. In fact, the first game I remember playing, apart from all those I mentioned, is an early build of Mario Bros Crossover. I only knew Mario in that game, but man did I fucking enjoy it.
But, that wasn't my golden age on videogames. No, that came later, when for Christmas of 2014 I got a pirated Xbox 360. holy shit, I played so many games in that console. Far Cry 3, my favorite shooter of all time, Assasins Creed: Black Flag, the only good Assasins Creed, and things like the Crash that's about the masks, and Call of Duty Ghosts. MAN DID I ENJOY IT. OH and I almost forgot, I played Ducktales, the remastered one, and a Naruto Shippudden game, don't remember which one. It was like crack cocaine for me. I normally was left alone with my aunt, and she would fall asleep next room, and I would just play at low volume, I loved it.
Apart from that, I normally played in the computer, in a lot of emulators. Around 9, I got my portable harddrive, which died last year. Damn, I had I think like 72 gigabytes on ROMS for old games ONLY. Apart from all the other games I downloaded, goddamnit, what a good time. I never distributed anything of it, it was just for me. It was then when I played things like Super Punch Out or the whole of the MegaMan saga I could get my hands on. You would think I'm a seasoned gamer then, after all I have said, but no, I'm trash at any game I play and I don't really know why.
In recent years, I've lost my playing habit, but I still play. I normally play strategy games like the paradox ones, or playing things in my switch. I fucking love Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom. Make a damn BOTW multiplayer PVP, you'll see how I win. BUT NO, all the damn multiplayers I can play with my friends are shooters and League, it makes me so angry. You know what? Maybe I'll make a good multiplayer platformer to play with my friends. See how they fair with it.
I think I ranted enough. Today my friends want to play a League Tournament, I'll tell you how it went tomorrow. Have a nice day.
Musical recomendation of the day.
Is someone there? Is someone listening?
Hi I guess, my name is Alex, and this is my first entry on this. Hope I don't abandon this like many other projects.
There, I guess I can call this actually finished. Or somewhat like it.
That's more like it.
So, anyway, hi! I'm Alex, and I'm making this to... for what? I dunno, really. I'm just doing this because I lack a space to vent, publicly, and write. Consider this a personal blog, if you may. I really just want to keep this as kind of a journal or something? For the new years, cause I just write a lot.
Now, you, my dear viewer, may be asking, "kay, bitch, but who are you?" and to that, I answer that i'm getting to it. I'm Alex, a music fan, beginner, amateur, and super nonserious writer, depressed teenager, and political enthusiast (a dumb way of calling someone that watches jreg more than any human should in a lifetime). I'm a libertarian, a dumb way of saying I hate the government and love freedom, and I also love philosophy, particularly, the works of people like Aristotle and Ayn Rand.
Yeah, so I'm pathetic, and probably won't last a day doing this. Tomorrow, I'm going to try and implement multiple pages, or search if I can even do that, it's called subpages I think? Today, my friend Nagisa is going to try and convince me to play League of Legends, so if I don't write tomorrow, I'm to busy j***in off to Caitlyn. Have a nice day.