#435.
Last night was spent with my lovelies M T and C so I didn't get my usual blogging time. Pretty much spent a lot of time playing games, watching Harold and Kumar (not really watching) twice and asking 'Would you still be my friend if...' and 'Do you think.. is pretty?' Either way, was a nice night.
Woke up this morning at seven with a phone call from M reminding me I had verbally signed up for an autumn morning jog. It's so much harder than it sounds.

I realised I haven't done a post like I used to for a while. Lately I've just been blogging about my day which is kind of shit. I guess I don't blog about people anymore because it gets a little bit obvious who I'm blogging about.
Fuck it.
Lately I've been having all these doubts. Not the kind that I always bring up to you and subtly hint for you resolve them, not the kind that are insecurities within us and what we are to each other, but the ones where there's that possibility that one day soon someone else is just going to come along and break us. I don't know, it's been a long time since I first met you, and I really just don't know what I'd do if you abruptly had to leave me for whatever reason. I hope it never has to come to that, and maybe I'm scared because I feel like I'm being just a little bit too courageous or rebellious or whatever it is I've been being lately. But I don't know. Any which way, you mean the absolute world to me, and I have to think about it positively; I'm not afraid of facing the future and whatever it bears if you're always going to be here for me like you have been through these first few months.
I mean, who knows, this could work out to be something so much more than we hoped for. Fuck me, am I whipped?

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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