The Non Compos Mentis Adventures Of Mika Fucking Goldberg
Well blog, its 21/01/2025 and ive decided that today is the big reset, for myself actually, tonight im gonna be listing the ins and outs of 2025.
-INS- Moccasins, cold canvasing, pity for petty, being nice for 0$, Revenge that comes with a lesson, Closure, love with strangers, Menthol Cigarettes, block button, poetry for people, unrequited effort and not expecting it back (give them a taste of true), being you for 0$, glueing things on walls instead of bluetac + thrill points if u use hairspray, scrapbooking decorating aka the banana box on my wall that looks pretty fucking hype, chakra balancing, karana mudra, obscure scents, warm lighting, guitar, marvis toothpaste, witch hazel -OUTS- Dirty tongue, oily hair, feeling like shit, restless nights, not loving self, bad vocabulary, knee grazes, micro trends, school air, fugly personalities, being nochalant, having people in your life who wouldnt give you closure or reasons to be vengeful.
I dont think i ask for much, these are just human qualities that are quite simple to learn, be human be kind for free and be true.
tonight i would like to make something clear, identity is nothing but a fucking game to me and i think i have many identites depending on the music i music to and the feelings i feel, i love it. being able to so easily render myself to anew is genuinely refreshing and needs to be practiced, i usually channel my identies thru music, recently ive found myself to be Truth Monet, sweet and soft and affectionate and ponderous. here is her playlist, shes pretty cool i love her
identity means nothing to me so much that not long ago i was considering just burning my face off, genuienly, i was thinking about becoming a ghoul because i just didnt care, but more recently ive realised thats probably a bad idea and it would hurt and id run the risk of burning my hair off that ive spent the past couple months growing back out, if i didnt cut my hair that short in year 8 during covid i wouldve been like finn with his long locs
too bad im just too fat and impatient. Anyhow. i need to get back into reading, Rhys has decided to read too so maybe ill out read him, i have many books on my kindle many many that are quite intresting looking that i got out of curiousty, ive only started reading the art of being disliked, its pretty cool. i wonder who my look alikes are, i know i look like arie, i can do her face, i think its weird how much her and i are alike looking, so scary okay my eyes are watering goodnight blog love you mika sleep well. beach tommorow yay
24/01/2025 Today's episode of blog is going to be used with dictation on my iPhone. Today has been a eventful. I'm not fucking having it. I've spent too much time thinking and all these thoughts have come into fruition and kicked me right in my fucking arse. Reality is so fucking harsh on me when all I do is ever just give give give what the fuck did I do? I saw a TikTok today that was like "maybe all this karma has come to bite me when I was so evil when I was 14" I was not that evil. I was a nice 14-year-old. I was a quiet 14-year-old. I had no friends to be evil too. my family wasn't even there when I was 14. I was in my own corner being bulimic now all of a sudden the world has just decided fuck mika Goldberg fuck mika Goldberg so hard in the arse that he won't even be able to fucking walk. I'm so sunburnt I think I have haemorrhoids from sliding down that hill. . My heart has been crushed into tiny little fucking pieces all because an insecure little boy with a chin strap thinks that he is much more better than the great wise mika Goldberg not to suck my own dick or anything but I know I'm pretty fucking great so for someone to wipe their arse with my name hurts not only that but a little bonus mentioned to Dear little Andrea tettamanzi you are not in the clear little boy you blocked Frankie now all of a sudden you want to go message me and send me voice note saying that you love me and then Amalia has to tell you off because she knows it's not right how shitty you treat me when all I am is there for you constantly through it all and you willingly admit that you ghosted me fuck you what did I do Wrong what did I actually do? to be fucking hit with this crazy whiplash? I'm a nice boy. I'm a nice guy I've literally I've made music I make music. . What the fuck am I saying? Okay bye good night.
fuck these fucking headaches i hate my family so much
its 29/01/2025 and couple of weeks ago, I was freaking out, thinking I might be alone for the rest of my life. But Mika Goldberg has discovered that’s absolutely not the case. Yesterday, I went on what I think was a double date—or maybe just a date. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what it was, but in my mind, I like to think it was a date. I was really quiet because I was just soaking in the moment. Other than that, it was amazing—I had the best time. Rhys made me an origami paper crane, and I’ve kept it in my phone case ever since. I’m even planning to post a mirror selfie soon, showing off my new “pet” that lives in my phone case. I love it so much that I’m staring at it right now. I’ve decided to name it Daifrangeline. I think I’m genuinely interested in him. I feel so comfortable around him, and out of everyone I’ve ever met, I think I truly trust him. He’s a total idiot, but he’s ridiculously attractive, with the sweetest smile and the dumbest laugh. He has no clue how to dress—he even wears sunglasses on purpose—but somehow, he’s my idiot. The frog to my princess, the knight in shining armor, the chalk to my pool cue, the lemon to my ade, the punctuation to my novel. He might just be the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I think—no, I hope—he actually likes me too. Okay, Goodnight Blog.
Mika Goldberg statement, the world is full of love.