School Life

Welcome to Bulgaria, where if you survive through school, it's an achievement.
It's that time of the year where all the stress, homework, angry teachers, angry parents, fake friendships and low grades take over your mind and you fall into this sempiternal depression. It's like that for me, at least. I have the type of parents who don't accept any other grade than the highest one(yes, a B is low, it means you have failed) and I constantly have my electronics taken away.
Looking at all these facts, you would deduce that life in school sucks here, but it actually doesn't. If you're used to all this and look at it from the bright side, it's actually pretty fun. My amusement is listening to my "friends'" lies when I know the truth, staying up all night so that I don't wake up late, eating the yummy caffeteria food. Yes, school awakes an egoistic, deluded, self-serving demon in me, and to be honest this demon is starting to take over. School life, indeed.

An experiment

Soooo, today is 9/12/2014 and I am doing something I am not used to doing. I am actually record myself as I type. It will be a few separate recordings while I type. The interesing part is, I am trying to make it sound like an Internet Cafe. I want to try and play with the audio and somehow achieve the effect of an atmnosphrere. I do not know how to spell. I will keep this updated with how it's going.

Fifty Shades Of BORED.

Nothing's been happening.
Nothing.
At all.

I am too lazy to write the date/time today but my location is in a weird pose on my bed. I am trying to reach my phone which is charging like 4ft away from my bed. Thug life, bro. Anyway, I don't have a lot of time before my life gets filled with school misery.
Something interesting that happened the other day, though, is the fact that I cut my lip. It's a funny story, really, I stood up, my blood pressure fell down to Hell and I smacked into the door. How I cut my lip was the funniest part. I was holding a glass teacup. So the pieces of glass cut into my lip. The feeling of blood rushing to my head, the taste of blood and the adreline of the fall brightened my day. It brightened my cousin's day as well, it seems like. He died laughing at me. And of course, I hit him.

Cry

This is legit one day after my last blog because it's 3am. I can't sleep. It's so frustrating that I don't even know what to say. Nothing helps. No music, ASMR, stories or creams. Anyone got an idea what would help? Please comment.

Staying Up

Sun,7th Sept.
Somewhere in the basement

How funny. I have been staying here for a while now. Is it normal that most of the time I prefer to isolate myself from any type of human interactions? We live such lives filled with worthless relationships and passing-on people that we cherish every moment without people we have. It's sad in many many ways. In any case, this is a blog, so I shoud maybe talk about what happened today. I got in a fight with my little brother and broke one of the fingers on his left hand. Oops. Luckily, he is right handed. Sometimes I just feel the need to grab someone by the neck and kill them. I think it's called being frustrated with people. School is so close that I can almost feel the school atmnosphere in my room. The talk, the stained air, the gossip and laughter. It's all around me, I can hear it. The perks of schizophrenia - Free Virtual Reality(Tm) Simulation (0w0)b. And so, it's 4th day in a row that I pull up an all-nighter. All-nighters are refreshing. Trust me, more refreshing that people.

Old Remedy

Sat,6th Sep, 2014
Somewhere in  Hell.

"Nobody's reading your blog!"
Thank you for clearing it out. Anyway, I was off to England and it took me a while to get over the depression that I couldn't stay there. In any case, I am back, school starts soon, I have started writing my book, people seem to be more annoying than ever and especially, my favourite part, homicide. I came home to all the news booming about a guy who killed his daughter by beating her to death. It actually happened in  my town and my doctor was actually the one to do the autopsy to the girl. When I asked him about her, he made a face of denial and simply said "She didn't have a bone that wasn't broken.". This got me curious. How can you have a child, raise it, then just hit it to death? Life is so fragile, it's sad. In any case, I am as bored as ever and I can't wait for school to start so that I can finally amuse myself with how boring and fake other people are. And I just noticed, my bucket list is fun. There it is:

1. Do not kill anybody
2. Do not kill yourself out of boredom
3. Try to smile at people who's relatives have died so that they feel better
4. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT kill Grandma's cat
5. Try to feel better about yourself
6. Study hard and don't care about the bullies. They're boring

I just realised, this isn't a bucket list. It's more of a daily-how-to-survive-list. Welp, I'm off. Goodbye, guys!

A little message in the form of a rant

I don't know, 23th. July
Somewhere in a room.

More specific? On Earth. I was told by the person who made me start blogging that I need to catch people's attention. Longer posts, more details and who knows what. But you know what? I am not trying to impress anyone. You either like this blog, either don't. I am not obligating anyone to read it.
Another thing, I really got angry about one of my friends' advice that I should tell more about myself. As in to reveal my gender, my real name, where I live, post a selfie. But no.
For God's sake, this is my blog.
I write it for myself. And I don't want to share out any personal information. If I do, assumptions will start. Oh, so this person is this, it means he/she is this that
No.
Just no.
In order to be myself here I have to remain completely anonymous. Well, this IS the Internet, after all. If I share my info, who knows who will bump into it.
Imagine one of the people who hate me sees this. They will see my weak sides, they will know I am schizophrenic and they will smash it in my face. And since I lack the ability to lie, I would tell them that this is my blog.
So, no, I neither want advice, nor help with this blog.