#145.

Day 18. The person you wish you could be.

Dear perfect person.
You are who I strive to be. But that's just a bit obvious, by now, isn't it? Well yes, I know I will never be perfect, but I will always be on that mission to get as close as I can. It's like marbles. I can't hit you, but I will try and get as close as I can. Or bocci. But bocci is for old people.
I may not be able to alter my looks, and my personality is built in. But if I continue to step forward, without looking back, then I know I can one day be a closer image of what I'm striving for. Wow I am really making no sense today.
-Tien.

Dad's house internet, out of credit. Mum's house internet, capped. Fuck my mother fucking life.
By this point, I'm pretty fucking sure you're a creeper, and you're creeping. Which I don't like. And I will not elaborate because you'll eventually read this one day and go, "oh Tien! Who were you blabbing bitching blah blahing about on your blog?" YOU, YOU FUCKING DUMB SLUT WHORE CUNT WHACKER! I am so not in the mood for your bullshit right now. So really, could you just please fuck off?! I can't believe I have to tell you so many times. Even after you say you're not going to continue, you just get back up on that mother fucking horse, don't you?!
Wow, I'm getting pissed over this, see, you mother fucking slut? Your actions were the cause and now, princess, this is the effect.

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