#156.
You are essential. Therefore my days without you move at a slower pace. The one second ticks of a once regular clock now seem hours apart, and days feel like weeks without your consoling words.
Lost, are those joyful, unrestricted times. Only to be replaced by forced replies. I've heard of second chances, but do thirds really exist?


Now isn't that just funny in a very inappropriate way? Yes, I'm sure it is.
Also feeling a little spooked right now from a Pokemon scary story which is just a little pathetic. But I swear to God, I am scared to navigate my way around my dark house, because after reading that, black screens slash darkened vision makes me want to cry. Okay. That's all. No more blogging tonight. Hopefully.

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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)
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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