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  1. Drink 14 cups of coffee in one sitting
  2. Cry
  3. Contemplate dropping out to sell chewing gum at avenues
  4. Fill yourself with determination 'cause you really wanna study animation
  5. Listen to Ruoska, System of a Down, Serj Tankian, Parov Stellar, Buckethead and Ska-P on full volume
  6. ???????
  7. Profit

(Sidenote: I'm not okay, send help.)


On giving up stuff

2016-01-06 23:20:37 by AlixBalica

Hey guys, how's it going? Is the new year treating you well?

Meh, I gotta admit it's been rough here.

The night after Christmas I was caught trying to overdose again so I was taken to a hospital (a real shitty one).

Y'see, that night at the hospital REALLY fucked me up, I didn't know it was legal for a hospital to treat their patients so poorly (Then again, this is Mexico. All patients were in a single room, some of us were laying on the floor 'cause there weren't enough beds for everyone.)

Hat n' Eli were just staring while I really, REALLY wished I didn't make it. They were upset when the nurses handled me 'cause they had no fucking chill. They were injecting me like I was some fucking christmas turkey and looking at me all disgusted.

Those fucking bitches were talking shit when they thought I was asleep. Hope they didn't get paid at all.

All that experience made me realize I'm not really worth shit, n' that I'm practically unwanted.

But so what? Donald Trump is also unwanted yet he's still smiling and spewing shit on national TV.

So I decided I shouldn't give a shit anymore. Time to stop being Mr. Selfless guy.

If ya gonna treat me like shit, you will have a bad time, son.



My exgirlfriend and I had one last conversation, clearing up what happened and just, accepting our thing was unrescuable.

She admitted I did much harm to her, and she's glad I feel remorse, but little does she know is that I've felt remorse since day 1. We hoped the best, we said goodbye and that's it.

I felt like a dagger that's been impaled in my chest suddenly dissapeared. Hatty suddenly left but not before giving me this strange look of relief. I'm not sure if I want him out of my life just yet, he helped me through my breakup and I just can't let him go like that.

This is clearly something I needed to do, I needed to apologize, to make things clear. Now I feel that weight being lifted and I can finally move on.

But still, the wish of death persists. But that's another story for later on.



Hey, guess who?

After attempting suicide and rushing to the hospital, I thought about a couple of stuff:

What'll happen to my grandma after she finds out? She has a heart disease, so that kind of news would kill her.

What'll happen to all my friends who are also suicidal and/or depressed? Is it worth it giving them this image of me? Is it worth it giving them the thought of joining me?

What'll happen to my cats? I am the only one that cares for them; I love them and they love me back.

What'll happen to my teachers? Those who never gave up on me, they will think I gave up on them. And those who gave me a bad grade because they had to will feel bad because they will think a bad grade was my reason to kill myself.

What'll happen to my classmates? Who will make them smiles? Who will help them pass or explain to them how a computer works or what happened in 1917?

What'll happen to my datemate? Do I really want to leave them alone for good after all the stuff they've gone through? Do I really want to scar them for life? Don't I love them? Then why leave them?

Yahweh, Eli and Hatty all were crying, lamenting themselves in terror as I felt my head light, soon to pass out. They all said they were sorry, they didn't want this. They didn't think I would do it.

When I woke up I didn't think nothing at all. Everything was silent except for the several machines in the room (I mean, we are all in a big room.). For the first time in months the voices weren't there, Hatty and Eli weren't there staring at me either.

Not even Yahweh tried to take over my body.

Everything after felt like a dream, I didn't eat at all as far as I remember...

No one at school didn't really notice I was at the hospital, so it was a relief.

And since my father refuses to take me to a psychologist after all this mess, I decided to speak with the school counselor (whatever it's written like).

I had to admit everything, the scars couldn't be hidden anymore and the tears couldn't be held back.

But yet, in that hour and a half I recovered my hope.

Just in time for my birthday, I guess.

Everything went okay, my classmates sang Happy Birthday to me at least 5 times, they gave me a small cake, the teachers all let me have a rest in class, my father got me a huge teddy bear and a fancy dinner at a restaurant at the top of Mexico City's World Trade Center. Probably his way to say sorry.

And, well I learned after that experience that

Maybe I'm suicidal because I can't let go of the past; abuse from my mother, abuse from my brother and father, bullying, loss of a few loved ones, poverty, lack of help when growing up...

It just happened, yet I can't let go. According to the psychologist, it's destroying me inside out and to get better, I need to let go.

And maybe let go of those toxic relationships, cut boundaries with those who only cause or want to cause harm to me...

I don't know what will happen next, but now I know I shouldn't care about what happened yesterday and don't think about tomorrow too much; I'm living in the present.



Hey guys, it's been quite a long time since I last posted something here.

You see, I kind of need to vent, let a few strangers listen to me and decide if it's worth keep going or not.

First of all, I might drop out of highschool and since Mexico is an unforgiving country, I can say I already failed in life.

Then, today I decided to breakup with my partner (Well, were made to do so by my hallucinations).

Let's add a few illnesses, night terrors, an alternative personality and many familiar problems to the stew of bullshit and we will have suicidal tendencies.

If you have stalked my personal blog on Tumblr a bit, you will probably know suicide has been an option many times through my life (The latest attempt 2 months ago). And trust me, right now it seems like a good idea after ruining what little chance I had to be happy with someone I've been in love with for 2 years.

I could say I'm not familiar with happiness, pretty much I haven't smiled wholeheartedly since I finished Elementary School. It's kind of normal of me to accept prematurely that I won't do much in life, and that will be my damnation.

Without anything else to rant about, I might leave the Internet before deciding between death and life in this battle against my own body and my own mind.

Hope you have a great day. Remember you matter, someone cares, and you will always be loved.



Hey guys, how's it going?

You see, recently today my squad and I had a very heated argument, we asked people around the world, our families, neighbors and passerbys but these answers are just too little.

So I want you guys to tell me:

ARE PICKLES AND VINEGAR SOUR OR BITTER?


On school and diseases

2015-08-30 19:05:09 by AlixBalica

Yo sup guys, how's it going?

Enjoying school? Recently got into college or highschool? It must be hell.

3rd semester is absolute hell even though this new school is nice. I haven't had much rest and I recently caught the flu. 

Well, I just gotta update you on a few stuff; thanks to the better teachers here I might take animation classes and that means my first full-lenght animation might happen soon! Artblock and writter's block has caught me, though. You might not see much content here lately, but I promise I'll update at least once a month.

Stay cool



Hey guys, how's it going?

I can see you liked Knobby, to be honest I'm starting to like him too, you might see him often from now on.

But this entry is more or less to vent about this little wound left in my heart after breaking up with the girl of my dreams.

You see, recently my friend made me realize she pity-dated me. She never loved me, even though I loved her with every ounce of my entire being.

It hurt to accept the fact, while I was literally fighting my inner demons to make her happy and she just, grabbed that sacrifice, spat and stomped on it then blamed me for 'not helping her help me'

I loved her, I still do, but she broke my trust, she broke my heart, she broke my very soul and that wound will never, ever heal.

If you're out there and you're pity-dating someone; STOP.

You think you're doing us a favor, but in fact you're harming us more than doing any good. We love with such burning passion the love never fades away. It's better to be firm and say 'I do not feel the same, but I can be your friend'.

The friendzone is pure and utter bullshit made by creepy neckbeards that can't get laid. It's better to be a friend that lends a hand than being a fake lover that wouldn't even more a finger when we're about to fall into the abyss.

And today, I feel loved. My crush from 2 years accepted my feelings and gave me love back and I'm more than happy to love and feel loved; but this wound can't be healed, not even by the most passionate lover in the world.

You hurt me in a way that broke my whole being, and I forgive you for that. But I won't forgive you for destroying my ability to trust people like I trusted you.


On home and crotchy friends

2015-07-14 01:36:58 by AlixBalica

Yo sup guys.

I'm finally home, I really enjoyed the place and I've got to say; the couch of the hotel was better than my god damned bed.

I missed my cats and my tablet, had so much stuff to draw but my old touchscreen laptop didn't give me the pen pressure I needed.

To end with this short af post I've got something to say:

I'm sorry Team Reptile for making a robot out of Doombox's knob penis. It wasn't my intention to turn him into a meme.


On vacations and self-hatred

2015-07-10 06:27:27 by AlixBalica

Hey guys sup.

Seems like today in some hours I'm leaving to some quiet place in the forest as a well deserved vacation; there's a hot tub, fireplace, just fancy shit man I'm not used to that. Problems are still going and in fact, my two biggest fucking problems called Hat and Eli are joining me. God fucking bless hallucinations.

I'll try to stay calm, not let those two drive me insane. The place is nice, the trip will be quiet and food is specially delicious there so yay!

Oh, self-hatred? Yeah, well first of all because I can't participate on Robot Day (fuck!) and it's 5am and I need to be up early to get ready for the trip. (Not to mention my socks and my favorite jeans are still wet, never procrastinate laundry, kids!)

And also this thing I've been working on this night, I'm not used to all this painting shit. Ever played Lethal League? It's the shit.

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