Sometimes I see people talk about me, like evidently... You know, they look 'casually' with their friend then say something. Why the fuck is that? I wish I could read minds...
He's so, so hot. But it will never ever ever ever happen. Unless I move to Ireland maybe. I'll do that one day.
I shall visit Manchester, to see mates, then I will go to Ireland, to steal him. And on the way I'm going to visit Wales, to pontprydd. To see Ian.
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