#177.
The thing I find most nauseating, is that this has all happened before. It's not like this is the first time something like this has ever gotten in the way of this for me. It's becoming a real issue, and I really, for seriously need to learn to keep my joy inside rather than screaming it out to the most inappropriate people or from the most inappropriate places. Sighh. Everything goes well until I decide to open my mouth and say something completely unorthodox and irrelevant. Which amazingly turns out to be very relevant and ruins everything.
Wow I'm not even making sense to myself anymore.

But really. The next time this happens I am going to be so upset and I am most likely to turn extremely emotional and moody. Every single god damn time. It ends the same way. I should just stop. Yes. Stop Tien, you don't need a boy to let you know he loves you, whether it be through implication, or straight up blunt phrases, to be able to feel happy.

I'm just having conversation, with the thoughts in my head.

All I hear is angels crying, why won't they just sing instead?

Oh I apologise if that sounds very superstitious and scary, (the way it does in my head) but it is a lovely song and yes. Okay blog needs more pictures. Have two.

 

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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