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Posted Sunday, June 6, 2010 // 0 comments (+)
#61.
I want to be strong. I don't want to get depressed, melancholic because of you, or any boy for that matter. I don't ever have to shed tears for someone who doesn't care enough. I want a tough heart. One that won't give up, give in at the first sign of struggle. I want to be independent, confident in myself, and not what everyone else thinks about me. But most of all, I want to just not care.

Sigh. It's almost a month now. I thought my head and my heart would be over the hurdle that is you by now. Optimistic, pessimistic, however I look at it, I end up pulling myself into another whirlwind of devastation that is 'us'. I should just let it go, move on. But it's so incredibly hard to forget about these kinds of people. The kind that give you the warm fuzzy feeling every time you hear their voice. The kind that makes an effort with you. The people like you. By now I realize you weren't completely perfect for me, because if you were, you'd still be by my side. But whether or not you were perfect, you were another boy who walked in, made me think I had feelings for you, and then walk off, watching as i crumpled under my own weight.

Whatever, I hope one day, you find a girl you'll never have second thoughts over. A girl who loves you more than I do. Best of luck. As for me, I'll just keep looking. Hopefully, eventually I'll find someone's who's right for me too. Then I'll give you a call. And we can talk about the past. I know this won't be the last blog I post about you, seeing as I'm overly dramatic, and will probably string this on for as long as possible to give myself something to exaggerate about, but no matter what, you'll always be a part of me, big or small, you'll have been a part of me.


Miss Hepburn, how can be so freaking pretty, and smart at the same time?
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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)
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