#266.
I'm sorry. Did I hear you right? Did you really just say that? Are you sure you didn't say it to the wrong person? Was it a slip of your tongue or something?
No, it wasn't. You honest to god right now, just said to me.
That you really wanted to see me.
Hand me a paper bag.
'Cause I am freaking short of breath.

Overreaction? Hell nah.
Yeah k, maybe a little. (: 

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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