If you had seen the blog post “Life in 2025… It was the worst”, I realised I had missed some details about my life.
Here’s another blog post for a more detailed version. Some are not suitable for younger readers.
2024:
This is a very embarrassing confession, but I made a comic group. It doesn’t exist nowadays, so I’m sorry.
I have a few very blurred memories, but all the of the others of 2024 are likely forgotten.
At the end of 2024, the comic group broke up. All I know is that only 6 comics exist.
2025:
This is not really that embarrassing, but just extremely gross and uncomfortable. I didn’t include it in the original blog post
I met a kid from America named Micael (yes, it’s spelled that way). He’s also called Mical. I found a book called Book of Really Gross Things.
And there was a page that included a picture of a woman licking men’s armpit. Yes, no joke. The way I described it was correct. It even gives me goosebumps and makes me extremely uncomfortable. He showed it to all the girls.
The next incident about Micael will not be revealed, even though you might want it. It included racism, arguments, and extremely crazy things.
In the same year, someone got a massive stitch, blood was everywhere, and you could see his muscles. One person claimed he saw his bone. AN ambulance was called.
Within a few weeks, my cousin’s ears were nearly sliced off, was in operation for a day.
2026:
So this is happening in real life right now. A few kids decided to ragebait somebody; it ended up badly. I don’t even know what my class is doing at this point; they’re just really annoying and constantly triggering the teacher. And my teacher had brain surgery at the beginning of the year.