#399.
I wound up telling you about the notes or letters or whatever I'd been writing you on our anniversaries or whatever you wanna call it, and you said you really wanted to read them.
I hope they'll make you as happy as you make me.


Uhh, I wanted to blog but I'm not entirely too sure to blog about other than the fact that I really need to go see you this week, because I miss you dreadfully.
At least you're back in the same state again, which is better than naught.

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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.

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