Jonkinlainen jatko-osa tälle merkinnälle.
Some kind of a sequel to this.
It’s so nice that you do comics as a hobby. | No one is saying you have to do this. Why won’t you just give up? | Remember not to be too hasty. Don’t do quantity over quality. | You are still so young. We don’t even expect you to understand these kind of important things. | But… Don’t you understand? | When I have to, I can do miracles… | …Like become invisible.
Tän sarjiksen tein Ladyfestin zineen, joka ilmestyy joskus ehkis.
I did this horoscope to a Ladyfest zine, sorry that I’m too lazy to translate the texts, but they are really just nonsense.
Today I am a little girl. | I put my wellines on | walk through puddles | and play invisible.
Today I don’t care about grown up things. And I don’t care that they say: | You are so small. | Because today I am so so small.
Today I leave my hair in a mess and I don’t think what you think of me because | Today I am a little girl | you are so stupid | today I don’t care about you.
Today I am again | playing hide and seek by myself | And maybe tomorrow I’ll find myself. | But today I am small.
One.
Where did you go? | Wait for me, | I’ll come with you! | can you hear me? |
Two.
I miss you.
Three.
Can I miss you? | And do you miss me?
Four.
Do you ever wonder, what am I doing? | I wonder all the time… | …what are you doing… | …And with who. | No. | I’m not going to ask.
Five.
Because if I ask… | …Are you coming back.. | Then I start to doubt that you’re not. | ..Or.. | …That have you ever really… | Been here.
Six.
I’m angry.
Seven.
I’m so angry at myself. | I’m just waiting. | Waiting… | …I want to go away.
Eight.
I want to go away from my thoughts. | Away from here. | Just anywhere. | Away.
Nine.
Away. | Away. | Away. | Away.
Ten.
But… | …What will… | remain of me…. | …then?
Eleven.
Remain?
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
No.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
You…
Twenty.
Why did you have to go? | Or… | Yes, I know | I’m sure you didn’t even know you where leaving.
Twenty-one.
I’m sure you didn’t even know I would miss you. | And I’m not complaining. | I’m just making observations. | Just saying thing aloud. | Just saying..
Twenty-two.
Where was I?
Twenty-three.
Oh, right…
NOW, during this trip, I finnaly had the feeling I’ve been waiting for. | That feeling when I’m thinking… | I don’t want to go back to Helsinki. | It doesn’t feel like home yet. | It even snowed in Oulu. | I’m writing to get rid of this bad feeling. | Maybe I won’t show this to anyone afterall. | This month is going to be unreal.