#82.
Today has been such a long day. Won't ramble too much, just got up, Vietschool and then off to cousin's place for his little birthday party. Spent most of the afternoon babysitting young children; a nine year old, a seven year old a two year old and a one year old. It was painful.

Soon as I walked back to dad's house, I hopped on the computer like the little junkie that I am. Net was being slow and shitty so I decided to look for something to do while waiting for blogs to load. Nothing really, on this computer.. So opened my documents, nothing in there besides chatlogs. Obviously, it's a bit predictable what happens next, I opened my chatlogs and started reading them. Yours, specifically. Read through the whole damn thing. I was smiling so much my cheeks now officially hurt.

I still miss you, I do. But now that we're talking just like we're used to again, I anticipate your coming. I stare at my phone hoping for a text from you, even knowing how unlikely that is. Maybe you're thinking of me too. You promised me again, that we'd go. I can't wait to talk to you, even if I don't know when that is, and I'm too scared to text you myself. I wonder if you miss me too.

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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