#149.

Day 20. The one that broke your heart the hardest.

Dear my first.
The first cut is the deepest. Then you learn to deal with it, and scars heal up a bit faster, every time. Maybe that's why sluts are they way they are. They progress. So anyway. Yeah, we had a thing, yeah our thing isn't anything any more. But I'm okay with that. As I've always said.. How often is it that you grow up to marry your preteen sweetheart? Teen, yeah okay a little bit more possibility there, but Preteen? Please.
I will definitely always have some thought concerning you in the back of my mind, but over these years, I've learned to live with them, and think of them as good times rather than bad. What we had was great, and now that it's over, we must do nothing but look to the future.
Kind regards, Tien.

Oh btw!
Hey you there, bitch.
That is all. 

Labels: 30 day letter challenge.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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