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Posted Monday, August 23, 2010 //
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#203.I don't know why I feel this way. I don't know why I suddenly want to cry until the tears just stop coming. I don't know why I feel like throwing myself around, for the sake of it. I don't know why sometimes a smile is the best I can do to hide everything else that I can't seem to understand. Oh wait. I do know why. It's you. Gee, thanks for inducing everything that I hate in me. Thanks, ass hole. You're just such a lovely douche bag suck my dick okay I don't know why I'm posting this.. Zzzzz. Wow I feel like such a PMSing whore at the moment. K. |
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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. BACKTRACK
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