tunturiprinsessa

(I wrote this two years ago in an English class, it was Father, I know you're disappointed and maybe a little angry. I'm not that kind of man you wanted me to be and I'm sorry. I just can't pretend anymore, it's hard enough to try accept myself. I don't feel alright, because I don't see myself clearly. When I say something like 'not seeing clearly', I mean I'm going through hell of an emotions. You may be hoping that I'm going to be normal again. But your opinion of normal isn't right for me. I feel like I'm betraying you because I’m not going to get children with my fiancé. Why it matters so much? I'm your son for heaven's sake!

Merry meet! Oh gods, I'm almost crying here. When I put my photos to Instagram I get likes, but it doesn't feel as awesome as someone favouriting my work in here. It feels really good, because I always think that my photos are stupid or it isn't art. But someone thinks that it is and it makes me feel special. (Don't laugh at me, I'm so bad at taking compliments) I had to pause my Rölli DVD because I was so amazed. I wish I wasn't this lazy so I could thank all of you personally, but I truly am lazy as a sloth. I should be writing my book right now, but instead I submitted art, read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix for 5000th ti

Well, hello. My last journal entry was four years ago and now this is kinda awkward. Why am I here again? Let's be honest, the only reason I wasn't here was the slowest internet in Finland. Really. Now I'm here because I'm too lazy to do my math homework. I've been editing my new blog, it's just a place where I put some of my strange writings and shorties. In finnish, of course. I'm good at playing with words in my native language, but when it comes other languages... Words just beat me up and run away like my bullies eleven years ago. So, I've been editing and planning posts to my blogs. Yes. Blogs. I have three, two in finnish and one in