#234.
Carrying on from today. God you're a twat, and I want to hit you with a bat. In the hat. I'll throw at you a cat.. And a few more things that rhyme with twat.
See, this makes me hate you insanely. I used to just moderately dislike you, but now since you've wormed your way into this, I officially hate your mother fucking guts and wish you'd get some real friends. Trying to push your way into us by using something we all have in common isn't going to work, honey. I'd actually go out of my way to avoid you!



And hi I actually really think you are brilliant but I'm too scared to tell you for fear of rejection and stuff kay lovely, hope we can talk lots lots lots more and grow closer closer closer closer.

Btw, shoutout to my Cook buddy, T. :)

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