#54.
I've kind of run out of things to blog about. Fan-freakin'-tastic now, isn't it? Haven't been up to much as of late, pretty much just potatoeing out in bed with my laptop and my DS. Searching up pretty clothes and accessories and gaming my insignificant life down the drain.

Feel as if I'm slipping out of my old work habits. Pretty soon, my grades are gonna drop, and I will be one sad cookie.
Been feeling kinda lost in everything lately as well. Just don't know where life is taking me, know the feeling? It's weird. It's like, I'm living, but like, for what? It's almost to the point when I dread getting up in the morning. Miss having someone to look forward to talking to, that sort of thing.
You people out there, with boyfriends and with girlfriends have no idea how ridiculously lucky you are, to have someone who is willing to love you, for who you are. That you don't have to change to impress anyone else, that you don't even have to try to impress anyone, but your other. Joy, in living that life. Joy in not having to live for anyone but the one you love. I don't care how corny this is, I miss being in a relationship. Even the lead up to being in a relationship is cool compared to not knowing where the hell you're going.


Aweeeesomeeeee! n__n

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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