#298.
Everything I'm dying to tell you, is everything I wish you'd say.


Officially have some form of braces in my mouth. Not the whole kit though. Just the bands on my molars. Going back to the ortho next Friday for the brackets and wires. Ahh, yeah the bands look pretty scary. They remind me of cyborgs or something. Looks like aliens probed my mouth and stuck like radio transmitters in there. I don't facking know, I'm a weird kid.
Hey my mouth tastes like shit because of the fucking dentist glue. Yhey.


Ahhh, K, we so need to make time for each other, we haven't spoken in over a week and a half and it feels like we're drifting. ME NO LIKE DRIFTING. So if you come by here like you do once in a blue moon, and catch this, call me. :) I'm out of credit right now, so I can't call you, but I will after I recharge. There are some things I must tell you on our need to know basis. Until then, love ya, buddy. Talk soon. Hopefully.

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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