#8.
Talking about it actually makes it a whole lot better. Just letting it all out, not having to spare any details. Bragging, bitching and everything else. Half the time, you just need someone who is willing to listen to you rant, listen to you talk about everything you're scared of, everything you fear. Letting go of your worries to receive comfort and kind words from someone else. That's all I needed. I feel a lot better. Thank you Mister Lemon! :D


















Because THAT, is just epic. 

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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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