Old schoolmates

A while ago, I created a profile on Facebook. In the start, it was mostly for the fun; applications, tests, music, etc. I found some people, some people found me, and that was sweet. BUT, later old schoolmates starting sending out friend requests. Classmates I didn't speak to since 11 or 17 years old. People who didn't give a dime for me, and I didn't care at all about them. I know that they want to be my "friends" just because they are ignorant and arrogant victims of their vain curiosity (like most of the Greeks), but I don't think I'll ever get this idiosyncracy.

People who treated me bad now want to be called my friends. Can anyone give me any other reason than the one I stated above? I was in a private well-known school, and I was the black sheep, because I used to listen to metal music, I used to wear black clothes, and I used to dye my hair black (while I was a natural blonde). No need to mention, that I started the trend, and everyone started dying their hair black. But still, not many people would talk to me. I would talk to even less. I suffered from BPD, no one had a single idea what was going on in my life, but they'd criticize. And these people want to be my friends.

Come on, dudes... Get a life. I did great in my life, but I can't help but wondering... Do you have one?

It's been a long time since I last wrote on here. No, I didn't forget my blog, I was just thinking. Thinking again and again about many things in my life; people, countries, studies, jobs, hobbies, ways of life.

I've been thinking about people changing. Some people change, some people will never change. We sometimes change without realizing it. It is just a natural sequence. We tend to become either better or worse, but we never remain the same. We are sinking in the sea of our ego and loneliness. We don't understand other people, we don't care about understanding them. We hide behind our masks, and let other people think they know us. But we don't even know ourselves.

I live in Athens, Greece for the last ten months. I haven't got used to it yet. I just hate it. I don't like Greek reality and I don't like most of the Greeks; they're too fake for me. Uff, enough with grumping atm!

It's summer now, I wish I was in Helsinki once again, but this year has been so different. I remember myself on 5th of July, one year ago. I was so so lost. I didn't know what I wanted, who I was. I could only feel hatred, and sorrow. Hmm, I still feel the same, perhaps for different reasons... but this doesn't really matter. Does it? In the end, how have I really changed? Do I REALLY know what I want from my life? Do I REALLY know which people I want in my life? I only know I'd rather live in Helsinki or Tampere, but it seems it's not in my power anymore.

Who knows what is gonna happen in the summer of 2009. I hope I won't still feel hatred for that Scottish bitch. I hope she will be really tortured and regret what she did to me.

Cheers,

EviLiNia.

Injustice in British Universities strikes again

I was talking to a Greek friend of mine recently, and I found out that she experienced a similar experience to mine, when she went to London for postgraduate studies. I cannot name the University, as I am not the involved person, but honestly I wish the ethical corruption was lower in the UK. It is a pity.