Wednesday, December 14, 2011


I had to find that picture all the way to the north pole. okay jokes. there's no art gallery in the north pole. 

It started with the urge to be someone else. the low amount of satisfaction made me want to do that. and then failures came as I started to not be myself. which is stupid cause I didn't expect any failures if I would stop being myself. oh well, it turns out like the worls hates fake people. the world probably hates me. 

I am not expecting myself to be "perfect" though. it's just that I want me to be good enough. good enough for you, mum, dad, granddad, grandmum.


I think that's it.

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