Women

Seeing this on Facebook made me post a while back that it is sad that women are like that because they were so magical, in the head of a person who literally understands them. Whereas now they can be morons or smart asses like men. But this equality complex is what has set men and women apart from each other. Women don’t love anymore and if they do it is just for profit.

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Beautiful World

As the days pass, I keep on watching the Facebook profiles of my friends. And as I see them growing more beautiful, and so full of life. I wonder why I get to pass the days locked up in what appears to be a dungeon, and grow older and more uglier everyday. I hope my inside world remains unchanged but I am kinda jealous of them. Jealous of their lives and jealous of seeing them prosper in a way that I never did and never will. I just hope for the best for them and their families, and also wish them divine luck with whatever they get on their minds. Continue reading “Beautiful World”

Sophie’s petition

To explain my situation to you I first need to give you a bit of a back story.
It had always been my dream to studying mental health nursing after years of firsthand experience. I was offered a place at University of Brighton and they soon became my first choice due to the vibrant and accepting nature of the city.
To study here I left behind a socially rented flat, which I had spent thousands furnishing, selling off my possessions at a fraction of the cost so that I wouldn’t need to pay for storage. I left my previous home in Hampshire behind and moved into student halls on a 50 week contract.
At a point in the first academic year I noticed myself becoming unwell from the pressure of a nursing degree, noticing this I decided to intermit my studies until 2018. As a disabled student and care leaver I was advised I would be allowed to stay in halls on an intermission as long as I was able to pay rent.
At the end of March this year I lost a close friend to suicide, this sent my own mental health rocketing downwards and I was soon hospitalised on a psychiatric ward to keep myself safe. During that first admission to a psychiatric ward I paid my instalment of £1,611.43 to cover April to Mid June, a payment I resented having had my NHS bursary and Student Finance stopped due to intermitting. Nonetheless, I paid to keep my contract secure so that I had a home to go back to upon discharge.
I have spent the majority of April and May in hospital, four admissions broken up to a few days spent at home in between. Three days after my most recent discharge I was given 4 weeks notice to leave, on the premise that the university are unable to support me.
This might seem caring, however I have the following points to argue.
-I paid for halls, getting myself into debt in my overdraft, whilst not actually able to occupy them due to my mental health requiring hospitalisation. I paid this for the security of having somewhere to live as I don’t have family to support me.
-The university could have decided at any point from my first admission at the beginning of April, that they were unable to support me. They have sat on their hands taking my money until my most recent discharge. Had they given this decision sooner I would be in a considerably less fragile financial situation currently, as well as potentially having been discharged into new suitable accommodation, rather than returning home only later to be burdened by further mental health compromising stress of facing homelessness.
-The university may argue it is my best interests that I can live somewhere with more support. However, they fail to notice that many people presenting as homeless to their councils end up in B&Bs, hostels etcetera far away from their original address and often surrounded by other people who cannot maintain tenancies for other reasons (violence, addictions, anti-social behaviour). Not to insult anyone who does end up in that situation because of the formerly mentioned things, but this is not a good environment to be in when you’re particularly vulnerable and fighting suicidal thoughts every day.
-My mental health has been severely impacted by losing a close friend to suicide, leading to my hospitalisations which the university are using as evidence I should leave my current accommodation in halls. This feels tactless, harsh and cold, I feel as if I am being penalised for my friend dying.
So, ultimately, I would like the university to refund me the full amount of £1,611.43 that I paid in April. As the university rather than supporting me, are making me homeless. I paid that instalment of money for peace of mind and to secure my accommodation whilst unable to actually stay there. I believe they have handled the situation poorly, simply to cover their own backs so that they do not have to worry about one of their students committing suicide on campus. Finally, I feel like my notice to leave is an act of discrimination, as I do not believe they would ask someone to leave after being physically unwell.

You too can help with this petition. Sign here: Sophie’s Petition

You and me

I really enjoyed this poem! It even made me cry a little! Read it you all out there enjoy it!

@ bittersweet diary


There are just edges that never fit,

It’ll only turn out as a tragedy.

When colors mix in the saddest way,

It produces an image of you and me.

When dead trees sprout in the middle of The freshest meadows;

And flowers wilt in the beginning of spring

And when fireflies loses their glow,

It reminds us of our things.

When clouds cry and never stop,

And stars fall in the form of shards,

When towers tumble from the tops,

It reminds me of our heart.

When lightening inhabits every cloud,

And When words and laughter seem so foreign to us,

When we see to each other but no sound,

It’s reminds me how we faded to dust.

So every time,

When someone say the word of “TRAGEDY”

My mind can’t help but come back to the time,

TO YOU AND ME.

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When the mind plays its tricks

via Misia’s Art – Home

I was just looking at some art today. And when I looked at this picture something came to mind. It is more like a realisation than anything else really

I’ve been thinking that as people progress in life, none of them realise the burning desire that rests within them. The desire to be free and without burden. The  desire to let their demons out in the open, and actually find out what it means to be free.

Freedom is a secular subject, not having to do with religion. It is more the idea that we should let go and feel our soul’s burden wither on the vine. And as our burden withers away, the light that we notice, as we open our eyes in the morning, feeling that we are born again.

I wish I could let go of the precautions that society has placed on me, but unfortunately there is no place where  we can let go.

Only if love comes knocking. Not the love referring to knocking somebody off for an one night stand. No love is something more. You have to feel the pulse when you see that special someone. And that someone has to feel the same. I haven’t yet found that special someone, but I wish I could. The pulse I may have felt, but I don’t think it is mutual.

Anyway hope you keep on reading. This is just the beginning.

Myself

I am going to talk about myself a lot in these blog pages.

I am a MSc Student. Studying Information Security. Oh well this is nothing special really since Information Security is a big thing nowadays. What I’d like to comment though is how much I love Information Security.

(Oh, well you know she is my girlfriend. Hahaha, if Security had a boyfriend it really wouldn’t be me. It would be a macho-man who will keep on saying: “CIA, oh my beautiful, CIA.”)

C.I.A. ain’t Central Information Agency. It is Confidentiality, Integrity, Availability. I hope I don’t have to explain that those are the basic Security Principles that any organisation has to keep intact in order to stay strong in this Information-based world we live in.

What I will try to write in these pages is my life. How I live it and how I feel about it. The occasional drama-like substance that you would love to read and fall into every Sunday morning as you drink your coffee thinking about how crazy life has become.

A little-bit about me. I have a disability which makes me feel weak everyday. I can’t walk long distances, but when I do it is sometimes with the help of a friend, or my best buddy, my walking stick.

I love to play video games. Anything I can get my hands on. Currently I’ve been into PlayStation 4 and Nintendo 3DS games. I occasionally play PC games too, when the mood kicks in. Generally, I am a pro at most games I play.

“Don’t brag about it dude.” a good friend used to tell me. I am not any good at multi-player games, though. Even so , would love to have a fellow gamer to trade stories or Pokemon for that matter.

“Well, duh, then I can be a pro gamer too.” You can be whatever you like. I don’t care.

This is mostly it about me. I don’t really like sports.

“No, really? You don’t like sports… That is a bit gay dude.”

Talking about sexuality, I a god-damned straight man. (Have been watching porn since I was 12.) I don’t mind people of different sexuality. Do what you like in your bed, as we say in Greece.

Oh darn it, forgot to mention I am Greek in origin. I feel more English or British everytime I go to Britain. My principles actually derive from British principles. I don’t like people watching me when I walk around. I like it when people listen to me when I talk in class. I always allow women to go first, even if  I am disabled. I help my fellow man, whenever I can. That is mostly it about my good manners. Regrettably, I don’t drink a lot. That is why I don’t get out a lot, but when I do, I try to have an amazing time.

Relationships…. Oh well going to have  a whole page related to that point. But I am going to say that I try to keep my love relationships intact as much as any man can. Had a long-term love relationship some time back, not feeling hurt about it though.

Anyways keep reading and have fun out there. The world is as pitiful a place as we make it to be. Cheers!