#299.
Holy hell I have not blogged since before the weekend. Quick recap. Friday's bands are cutting up the left side of my tongue, brills. Saturday vietschool, talked to D about some stuff, that was pretty cool. Played cards as a class. Next week is the last. Freaking excited. After school, epic phone sesh with the loverr. LOL. Yeah sure whatever.
Sunday, half a day of work, drainer. Jen's party, t'was alright. Liked the kick back part more than the drink and go fucking mental part. Monday, school, bitching with A and S. Some stuff. I don't know. S:


Yet after all of it all I can think about is you. Ridiculous doubt, absolved by backwards illogical thinking. Starts off as what the hell what if he doesn't even like me as a friend because I'm annoying and zzz. Then it goes oh wait but then he's always asking to hang out and that's cool. But a little bit more fucked up and pretentious. I don't know what I'm talking about. :)
Either way I miss you. And stuff.

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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