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Posted Tuesday, January 11, 2011 //
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#339. You could have told me I'd regret it a thousand times last night, but if you knew me, you knew I wouldn't have listened. And despite waking up just now and feeling rather out of it I don't feel as if one moment wasn't worth it. I don't care. Call it loading up for the next seven days. Sorry I couldn't have stayed longer. I really would have wanted to. And.. I just wanted to put this up...  I was going to colour out her name and display, but fuck it. I seriously don't even know who she is, but like straight after she started having a go at me, I had a look at her photos, and she goes to the same school and is two years below me. I don't think I've ever seen her before at school, and I don't have any reason or affiliation with her, other than the fact she was in the same class as my friend's sister. So.. Is this what thirteen year olds are doing these days? Sitting behind their computers and insulting people that are older than them from somewhere they can't get hurt, for kicks? Wow, I actually feel kind of sorry for this kid. One day she's going to get hit. Oh and PS. I think you need to pay a bit more attention in English class. |
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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)I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel. BACKTRACK
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