First of all, let me start with a selfie. Today. Just because this is a post about the latest thing I figured it works for me. I'm not sure why would you be interested in it, but if you try it for yourself and it does work, leave me a comment.  Also with my favorite song, which kinda sets the mood for the whole post; A brief introduction: I lived in exclusion, by my own initiative from the world since 2012. It has been 6 years, I finally understood what's been wrong about me; I stopped talking to myself: my creative ideas stopped flowing, my language skills dropped and my overall intelligence (not much, still valuable) also deceased (decreased). I started doubting myself because of constant opinionated people in my life, going from "the world is mine" to "I'm a pathetic excuse of a person who's aiming for a mediocre life just because everyone else is doing it." I said "I'm ready to surrender  my dreams and settle. I'

It's 9:50 am and I am staring at a blank page, thinking about what I am going to say on my first post, ever. I've run blogs before, but let's just say that they failed. Miserably. I've decided that this one is going to be completely spontaneous: meaning, I won't create texts to please anyone, but I am going to try to fit in and more importantly, keep this updated. Not that anyone will read it, I believe. I'm a part-time goth after all. The term "part-time goth" came onto my mind whilst I was making fun of myself. Yeah, I do that a lot. I work in a place where they don't allow us to have make-up, different hair colors or even painted nails. Because we work with unprepared food goods, they state that "nail polish can scrape on the thins of the coca-colas" (even though we use gloves), for example, and that the perfume can "pass on to the food" (even though it's practically everything wrapped up in plastic). So I'm