#41.
That's what I get for putting up several words up on my bedroom wall to remind me of the good memories. I mean, hey, most of the time I do laugh when I look at it, but there are times when I just wanna skitz at myself for screwing it up so bad. Sorry, even though you're not asking for an apology. Wanna tell myself I wasted my time on you, but it wasn't a waste. It was an experience.

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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)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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