Pinocchio's Crappy Fantasy Days Pt. 1

2023, Summer, a province in Indonesia

While my new girlfriend, April, is at work grading her students into school. I have myself lying down in the bed of our apartment here in Indonesia. I've always wanted to go to America or England where I can permanently live there and marry someone in either country just for citizenship and not true love.

Because it'd be a cheaper alternative than paying for VISA or citizenship in those countries if I am being honest.

But since I love April so much, I couldn't help but risk all my dreams of coming to an English country and staying here where anyone could barely understand me. I don't even like any of their culture or anything, and I take no part or interest in any of the people around here.

However, they are the nicest people I've met. Probably more decent than the Philippines living their everyday lives. I only came here to be with April.

I'm actually planning to propose to her and at least save enough money to buy citizenship to London after all the cursed tweets, posts, comments, and everything I've seen on the side of the surface web we call The Internet, which is everywhere on Twitter, Reddit, Discord, but barely on Facebook. I see idiots everywhere in America by just looking at TikTok by itself.

I've never seen a British person or any English speaker with a British accent acting maliciously idiotic, rejecting humanity, and going back to monkey, which are literal buffoons. I've seen America being terrible, not of the country.

I love the Patriarchy of the United States, but I hate the dumb and foul evil people in their states. I've always wanted to go there as a kid, but ever since humanity, there have been evolving, but backwards, I think anyone can agree no Millennial wants to live there except for Boomers who are ignorant in a good way, from the stupidity of Generation Z.

Why would I want to work in some McDonald's drive-through without getting thrown coffee at myself for a TikTok prank? Or work at Burger King without having a vegan activist steal a lamb from a local farm and kill it so they can prove that meat-eaters are cruel murderers? Flexing their dead animal, pouring their blood all over the floor inside a Burger King? SERIOUSLY!

I can't do joke anything on the internet without having to be cancelled for some reason if I were, to be honest with you.

You said something acceptable 6 years ago that is unacceptable today, and you get cancelled for it. Remember when edgy jokes used to be funny in 2016? It was even better during 2012. Ah, I miss the good old days. Now I feel like a boomer for hating kids with their rubbish music and gibberish trends.

If we don't know history, we are doomed to repeat it. Like Boomers acting Boomers back then, we were kids, and Millennials acting like Boomers to Gen Z kids. It's stupid, ain't it? Quite humorous if you ask me.

That's why I'd rather stay here in Indonesia, where the people are decent and kind despite the fact I can't quite understand the language. I like it here a million times better than America, only if I like America a little. Because zero times million is still zero.

I know a lot of Z kids and grown adults who don't see how this simple math even works. Believe me, I've been on the internet since I was 6 years old, and seeing how humans have devolved is now complete stupidity.

No wonder why my respect for Thanos is getting bigger, and my Joker moments have been more frequent. And please, for the love of Luxferro Evening Star, please understand what SATIRE means. Jesus Christ!

I've been thinking of these deep thoughts, and it's plaguing me, and it is scarred into my brain. I cannot tolerate stupidity, but my ego trips, despite this. I am slowly becoming less of a narcissist all because of April and partially because of the good people of Indonesia.

If I were in London, I would have been stabbed by a Caucasian man pretending to be a roadman and talking with his large yellow teeth with his spoon or something. And please, understand Satire, will you?

I love England, but I fear the worst if I go to another country. I thought the Philippines was worse than America, don't ask me why. I have lists of reasons why. But I love their history of the National Heroes such as Jose Rizal.

I take pride in the liberators of our country fighting back against the Spaniards and Japanese people, enslaving us Filipinos and honouring the dead that couldn't survive being enslaved people in our own country that they invaded during World War II. Where the Americans, significantly Arthur McArthur helped us, enslaved people, those dark times helped free us from the country's most challenging times.

And for what? To see our generation being spoiled brats who are sensitive snowflakes and extremely self-entitled enough to refuse to study or work because their parents are wealthy? You're not rich, your parents are, you're broke!

Calling people who work in nine-to-five jobs, peasants and all that bull crap, they are the true narcissists, not me!

Gen Z should appreciate what the brave heroes of history fought for the future generations of their country. But no, you took it as an advantage, didn't you?

I kept thinking deeper and deeper of these thoughts and thought to myself…, "Why should I care?" Hah! I know I am clearly better than them, so why must I be mad at something that is not my own problem and hate it when other toxic people get into my business? No one is truly good, and everyone is toxic in their own way.

Because we all have opinions that are unique from others, and we are all different, we have our own preferences, our own body and life, and a different soul.

But I swear to you, no one is good. We are all sinners in the hands of God but never tempted by the Devil, and we are all tempting ourselves.

I had a smoke break while I was alone with my thoughts in the room's darkness with star lights. April is not coming back home anytime soon, so the smoke here will not linger any longer, anyway.

I opened the windows, all of them, and then turned on the fan to aim the smoke away out the windows. Then I went outside and locked the door to buy myself a case of Red Bull drinks because we were running out for my work in WebNovel.

Sadly, my contract payments had already expired past four months, so they're not going to pay me anything. I can only make money from those who buy my chapters with coins and those who donate gifts to me. As well as those who join my Patreon for unedited chapters and other additional content.

After perfecting my British-English, I even made my own audiobook using my own voice, buying the most expensive microphone I could find. And made an indie film series of my own book as the only actor, using a green screen inside the house, and using a 4K camera.

The only accent I need to learn left is the Romanian accent for the Dracula character role for me, since I am the only actor. I had to buy props and everything, mainly because I had to buy costumes and wigs, even the femboy outfits, shaving my legs and moustache and everything for those 'particular' scenes. The fact that there are transsexual characters as well, you know?

I had to learn voice acting, which came out naturally since my first audiobook chapter on YouTube.

I did all this just to promote my book after getting my first paycheck on WebNovel. And the rest of the money? More high-quality coffee and more Red Bull cases.

The rest are just cigarettes and other liability pleasures since WebNovel having my book contracted, is enough to promote it alone.

Then, I thought to myself to make a new series. But I couldn't put my mind to do it. Because I've been too focused on this one particular book alone ever since my first contract.

But since all I had to do was write 1,500 words a day, it shouldn't be too hard. I can write 50,000 words within five to six hours. If I have enough coffee, during a bipolar manic episode, dissociated enough to become a different person in another shifted reality.

On a psychotic breakdown with so much stress in my brain. By those alone, I could do more than just what I mentioned.

So, after coming back to the apartment. It's been salvaged wretchedly by someone. A robbery took place! I searched for all of our essential valuables, but nothing was taken. Instead, everything was just a mess.

April came back home early, and she found this.