//Diary

Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.

And so he reblogged it, hoping for that new person who will turn out to be his perfect match

But on the inside, he could only think about him. He didn't know what was that made his smile so bright, why was it that whenever he appeared on the TL, his heart was warmer and hoping for him to invade it, for him to be the only one whose messages reached him, such a perfect person to talk to such a common one.

Actually, he wasn't common at all, he had dreams, ambitions, a future he wanted to grasp, but everything was sometimes so hard. Why was he even trying to express this in a blog he would never read? Well, how could he know?

On the other hand, he was also afraid he might read this. Would he know it is him whom is referred this post? What would he think while reading all the spelling and grammar errors he had written? Would he think he's silly? Well yeah of course, such a perfect person to even message him was the greatest blessing God could ever give to him

But there was no God in his world, so, would he get that blessing without the blesser?

Who knows

But he always saved his messages, never responded them in case the would dissappear from his tumblr mail. He didn't really know how were they called, but in any case, he knew if someone read this, would know what he ment - corrected, "meant".

He then stopped to write and answered a few messages from his friends, wrote this, and then continued with what he was typing.

But had no idea how to continue it. 

He then remembered having sent a message to him, but of course he would not write here what it said. He was afraid of being thought of as a stalker, however, in his mind, he didn't reached that point. Of course, if he didn't answer that message, maybe everything would be better. But would also be nice if he just wrote a few words, just two or three would make him happy.

Now what would he do?

He came with the idea of linking this blog to his Tumblr. This first english blog, where he had to confront a non-native language to write about everything.

But if that person ever noticed him, he would need at least an almost-native english level to communicate. He will fight for that opportunity, if that really small chance actually was granted, he would work so that it isn't in vain.

Anyway, improving his english skills will prove useful in the future - he thought, still, his main aim was the first one, but he thought that with the "anyway" sentence he may diminish his stalker-complex. 

In all of this, he had to search for some english synonyms so that his writing didn't seem repetitive. 

And once he had written all this, he felt that burning sensation between his ribs had diminished, and settled down. Now he could read without seeing his face behind every letter, without thinking what will he be doing in this very moment, on the other side of that 6 hour wall.

To tell you a secret, I'll confess he had to search on his messages where was he from, and then had a bit of trouble with his poors geography skills - Which he thought he had to improve- to find his time zone. But he was grateful he saved all his messages - not only his, for the stalker-complex sake!- and could search there that little information.

Then - he should find a couple synonyms for that word, as well as for synonym itself: will there be a synonym for the word synonym? - He thought - if not, that word must feel so lonely...

With all that written, now he was certain he felt a tone better with everything, and decided to get some food. His mother had already eaten alone, and so will he do, while reading Homestuck.

Sometimes he thought how would everything be if that person was here, would he change somehow? "Well, I guess that of course I would have at least food with him..." And pressed the "publish" button, which was in Spanish and hope he translated it well, and hurried up to link the blog into his Tumblr page.