Howdy! My name is Roosa, but you know me as R0S1E666, or Rosie in my Author's notes. Hmm... What should I put in this? Well, I am 15 year old Finnish girl, who lives at the moment in Finland. "Where's Finland?" you might ask. Well, Finland is in Northern Europe, between Sweden and Russia. It's not a big country, so I do not blame you for not knowing anything about it. Something you might now is Nokia, or maybe Angry Birds? Yeah, that's where I'm from.

What do I write? I write mainly romantic fanfiction, mainly about YouTubers and Real Life People. My favorite ships are Phan (wow shocker) and Septiplier. Don't run away yet, even though these might sound boring or unfamiliar, I feel like my stories are not like the clichè fanfiction where all the stuff happens in two chapters and then it's just boring shit after that. Or maybe you don't want to have anything to do with me because of Phan. I get it, Phandom can be a bitch in the YouTube comments stuffing their fandom all over your face, but I swear I have never put Dan and Phil refrences in the comments or asked "Where the Phandom at?" I ain't about that life.

You know when you are driving in your car when the night is pitch black night and the thunder roars on the dark sky. The droplets of the thousands of cold, sharp needles which pour from the skies draw lines on your windshield. The only sounds your radio makes are the weird creaking noises because it can’t catch a signal because of your God-forbidden location. Then you drive inside a tunnel. Everything goes silent. It’s almost peaceful, but also it feels a little not right. It has that weird horror film -like feel to it, when you think there's nobody else in the world. You are sure that somebody is following you, you constantly glance to your mirrors. Then you drive out of the tunnel and everything hits you a little bit harder. The rain sounds louder, the thunder roars mightier, the wind drags and pushes your car a little harder. It feels so overwhelming and you are sure that you can’t make it. Somehow you pull through. She was my tunnel, my lighthouse who kept me from drifting away. She was the one who kept me dry when the storm was it’s worst. She was my everything, and then the world took my everything."