#221.

Now I'm counting black sheep, to reacquaint myself with sleep and when the storm cloud, comes you're still light, and you still shine yellow. Kisschasy.

I'm still losing sleep over you. It's ridiculous and I know that I shouldn't be thinking of you just before I go to bed because that only ends up fucking me up in the morning. I've written up so many blogs about you. I seriously don't have anything new to say. So again, I'll just fork up the regular 'I'm sorry,' and hope that one day you may once again come across all these blogs and realise how much I miss you and maybe say hi or something.

It was sunny this morning, but now the clouds have reduced the light to a mere dim glow. Feeling a little bit more than extremely melancholic and I think maybe I should be doing something productive. Although my body is giving me a big cbf to everything, I think I may just lay down and have a nap before the mother comes back to take me to her new cafe.

Wow this blog was rather pointless and I wish I had maybe something a little bit more to say. But I don't. So sorry. Why am I apologising?! Note to self, download Two Door Cinema Club. Kcool. 

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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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