#63.
I want to pretend that I've been too busy to think about you lately, but I can't, cause I'd be lying. Because in reality, I think about you every spare second I get, sometimes, the thought of you makes me smile, sometimes it gets me down. I can't help it, though, but to think of you. Cause you've been on my mind, for a while now, and I can't just push you out.

I remember when I first started up this blog. I told you. "Hey, I'm starting a blog! :D" you didn't really approve. "Why tell the whole world what you're thinking when you can tell just me?" I still remember what you said after that, as well. "Write in a diary! So I can read it!"
I promised myself I would. But i keep putting it off. The entries lessen, and most of them are about you anyway. I think I'm addicted to drama, and feeling sorry for myself. So again, right now. You are a witness to this; I promise myself I'll write at least two diary entries per week. To keep a written record of my feelings and the happenings. I know I can do this. Especially if I use you as an incentive or motivation. It's been a while since I've done a happy post. I'll try one tomorrow. But for now, another image to add the the list;



That's what it'd look like if my dreams came true.

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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