#215.
You're actually farking adorable and I don't give you enough credit for anything. Sorry I'm such a bitch to you. Half the time it's cause I end up tripping over my words, and then I just don't know what to say anymore. So I end up saying something I regret half a second later 'cause it's usually something like 'you're gay,'. God, this is what you do to me.
A note to self. Tien, when you read this back the next time you fuck everything up, just remember that now, at this present point in time, you are fucking happy. You are happy and you feel as if nothing in the world could go wrong. You are happy because everything just feels that it's going right. When you reread this, just remember. During this limited amount of time, you were just goddamn fucking positive.
Hello, goodbye.





Oh side note. Last night was brilliant. You're the biggest cutie ever. Kay, cool. :)

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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