#468.
Slowly you, my blog, have become only a time to time distant memory of what has been of the past. I should start blogging more again. I should tell myself to start blogging more again, but I really don't know where all my time has gone lately. Nothing really productive has come of anything. I miss A, come back. :(


No but, everything has been a little bit blurry lately and I hope that it's just a phase, I mean I have been wearing my glasses and that would make everything less blurry, right? What on earth..
But I don't know. Everything's tilting towards zero on five rather than ten and it bothers me. It bothers me that I might not be making right choices for VCE taking on killer subjects that I hope to do well in. Keyword, hope. Bothers me that I haven't seen Herms as much as I'd have liked to lately, it's stretching to just barely once a week and that's hardly enough. That I have recently brushed off going to piano as something not worth my time. When reality it is worth my time. Very worth my time. That my friends have drifted away from me since I declined going to MHS. Oh sad life I'm just excited for band camp because there's some imaginary kind of hope that on the other side of those three days in Dalesford everything will be okay again. Let's just hope so. See you some time soon, blogger. Hopefully.

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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)
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