#97.
This'll probably be my last post for tonight. It's hard blogging every hour. Time moves so much faster than it seems to, and before I know it, I'll be fast asleep, headed on a one way street to tomorrow. I kind of really just sometimes don't know anymore. I feel really lost, as if (and I'm pretty sure I've said this before) there's nothing ahead of me, nothing to look forward to. Ugh.
I've only just realised, that if I stay up too late tonight, I'm going to have really big bags under my eyes, which is death, seeing as the filming for our horror movie is tomorrow, and I'm going to look shocking on camera. Ughh. Whatever, I'm sick of waiting anyway. That was a pretty useless night. I feel super pathetic. But yeah. Okay.


Yes, okay, book doodle, I'll try to let this be for something. Or other. But if it doesn't work out, I'm blaming you.

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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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