#329.
First thing's first; Happy new years to all you bloggers who give this page the time of day!


...Wow blogger I've been trying to get to you all afternoon! My net is being an absolute a-hole... Actually I think it's the PC rather than the net, but whatever it is, it makes me sad. ):

ahh, this is all bs. hfjgkdjgh. worst. timing. ever. (N) oh well, i'll make it up to you, i owe ya now :L how about a kiss for each thing that I missed?

And then the bloody text cut out either because of shitty reception, or something. Which makes me a tad sad. I'M SO DEPRESSED LATELY IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. I don't know. Everything's just been a bit all over the place, and I'll be glad for when it's over, I guess. I'm hoping your return will mark the end of this incredibly mental phase of my life, although there's no guarantee it'll stop.
What the hell am I even rambling about. See? I'm so fucked over I can't even think straight right now. On top of the massive pile of shit, that is my life, I'm broke! A total of one dollar ten cents in my wallet. Fml. -____- Screw this. This post sucks. I suck! EVERYTHING SUCKS RIGHT NOW.


(no photo my net is being a royal pain in the arse ffs aufhsagfjheg..)


Okay, I'll try and do a proper bit of post...
Ahh, tally it up. That's one year defeated, another to conquer. This year, if you want something done, do it. If you have a dream, make it a reality. And if there's someone you love, go after them. Do everything you feel needs to be done, to make two thousand eleven a brilliant year. That's just it. Take action.

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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