Tattoos and County bitching.

I've just finished designing the tattoos I plan on getting on my birthday, June 5th;




They're both finnish, and going on the insides of my wrists. Tosi will be on the left, lempi on the right.

I feel like turning 18 is a big life change for me. A few days after, I end my high school career, and begin life. It's a chance to be 100% honest for the rest of my life, and it's also my chance to love with all my will, which is what these tattoos stand for. It's my next journey in life, my next step. I need something to mark it. It's finnish because my finnish heritage is the strongest out of all the other counties I've descended from. Any tattoos that are going to be words and on my own skin will never be English; I believe English is the mutt of all languages, the filth language that is so plain and boring and connects us all. Everyone knows English, there's no mystery behind anything just spelled out in front of you in the universal tounge. I'm proud of the fact that I am very foreign in terms of my ancestry. I'm proud that a large part of my family is NOT here, but over in a better country where those who aren't part of their culture are NOT let in, like here in America. I'm sick of diversity, and I'm sick of people bringing their dirt with them here.

I feel unfortunate that I was not born in Finland, because my chances of getting into that country is nothing. I could get a greencard for education, but I can not live there. And I do not blame them, I wouldn't want people from other countries coming over to destroy such a balanced economy.


I'm going to write my story soon. Lines and paragraphs keep inching their way from within my pores. I can tell it's almost time for me to write the memoir of my first 18 years of life; of my childhood.