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Posted Sunday, January 30, 2011 //
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#361.I've been in bed for fourteen hours. Sleeping for twelve, procrastinating getting up for work for two. Before I dozed off last night, I thought through all the possible consequences of if I told you. You could tell me it's okay, we could brush it off. You could be angry, you could get upset at me. But that would be weird, as you never get upset. There were more but I just don't feel like typing them up. My body feels fried, and I'm counting down the days until this can be over. The sinking feeling still hasn't gone away, and I feel so stupid for it. I just don't know what to do. |
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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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