#73.
As I've said, long weekends gives my blog the shits.
I don't think you know this, but I really don't like you. Call me a two faced bitch, cause I know I am, and right now, instead of telling you I hate you to your face, I've decided to tell a handful of internet obsessed people who read this kind of stuff. The best I can do is say I'm sorry for not having enough courage to tell you straight up. To tell you that seeing you in pain secretly makes me happy.

I can't say I'm the perfect person, after what I've done to you. Relentlessly talking behind your back. Yet, I feel no remorse in these words. Watching your life on the rocks makes me feel better about myself. I'm such an insecure person. Okay, I gotta get off net, so this post is gonna end a little abruptly. So much for an image. Okay, bye.

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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