If you're reading this blog, or you're on my friends list, or you discovered my profile by seeing it in recent blog posts, or by reading my unfortunate concepts and definitions on my profile, 
I want to honestly say that, from 2015 until now, I've evolved mentally in an interesting way. When I was a kid, I didn't know what my life would be like. I'm talking about 2015 to 2018, and well, basically, my entire childhood was like the dried meat they store in the Middle East to withstand the temperatures, or I don't remember the region exactly... tough, hard to swallow, annoying, you wish for something better.
Anyway, leaving that aside, although it was important, my first day on the internet was around 2016, around this same time.
2015 is important because it was my first solid memory, and I think you could already see from then who I was going to be more than a decade later.
2015 is important because it was my first solid memory, and I think you could already see who I was going to be more than a decade later. My first days on the internet were, and as far as I remember: creepypastas, mediocre games from the Play Store, "creepy" videos, and some YouTube classics. I remember playing Minecraft in 2017, you know, the Seas update...
The reason I've always seemed like a freak by many social standards unrelated to appearance—since, well, it doesn't have much to do with my mental or psychological development, or all the other crap I love—is that I've always been very shy and don't talk much, or don't know what to say.
Furthermore, I didn't grow up consuming the usual things, an initial influence that ended up creating the miserable person I am now. It all started with very cheap Android devices and a PSP fat. I've always had a sense of humor and a way of being that was far removed from what was typical for idiots my age.
In fact, let's skip all this; it's talking about my life, and that's long, boring, and traumatic.
Simply put, I'm someone who's distant from many "average" things, and this blog isn't meant to make me feel unique, unpopular, or like someone without a personality, lacking the inspiration to create their own persona. I look at the profiles on this page, and I don't know, being among others, I feel like I really shouldn't be there. A humorous way to put it is this (don't worry, this issue has been with me since my earliest memories; I'm not minimizing it, it's part of my daily life).
It's something that also ties into my traumas, but that's something much more intimate. I don't know, simply put, all of this is now part of my life. I've spent my whole life living with the shattered hope of having friends, a partner, someone who understands me, conceptually, someone who is truly similar to my human misery. I know, I use very pessimistic terms, I love it.
Writing here is the only way I truly find to explain this, because I never had the time to talk to any of the poor wretches who betrayed or abandoned me about this.
Honestly, I shouldn't still be living with that illusion. Seriously, it's torture. I experienced it once in a very serious way, and honestly, there's no satiation. It's normal, but it's a mistake I'd like to fix. By the way, my first friendship was in 2025, a miserable friendship that lasted two months, but it was the only real friendship I've ever had.
I take this whole thing lightly. I've already gone through the phase of wanting to change, of wanting to "change" as a person. It's not possible; it's part of my nature to be who I am. I see all this Spacehey stuff and social media as a way to express a little of what I want to say, and at the same time, a mini portfolio of myself. You can see it clearly here; just read and look at my profile.
The lives of dogs can be very interesting when you see them from the inside out. That's why you shouldn't judge people completely based on their faces, which have probably witnessed moments you wish you had experienced.
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