#50.
If only you knew how much I was hurting, maybe you wouldn't do those things that you don't know you're doing. What the hell am I on about? Sighh.
I'm so cut. I know what I'm cut at, but I don't exactly know why that makes me cut. It's no big deal.. Is it? Hello, jealousy, you're a bitch. I hope you can go die in a hole soon..
Just finished eating, sat in silence the whole meal thinking about what to blog about. So many different angles. Over one stupid issue.. I've said it before, back off. I'll say it again, bitch, step the fck off please!

Stupid thing is, I hate you. Like, seriously, I sooo do not like you.
And him. I'm beginning to dislike him for making me feel this way.
It just doesn't seem he's going through what I'm going through. Mutual feelings towards each other means mutual break downs, mutual getting-overs! Okay, this is starting to sound a little senseless, even to me. I mean like, it's been over a week, and I'm still not over you. I mean how can I? You were just so perfect to me. Sweet, and kind, and omg I hate this. Anyway, I mean, there was definitely something there. Cause I certainly felt it. And then now, while I'm stuck in this vortex of getting over you, you're out there sailing through it all. Like nothing ever happened. Doesn't look like you're hurting one bit. Whatever happened to 'Ohhh Tienn, I know how you feel, it hurts me too,' do I now have the right to assume that those were just blank lies? Faker. You fucking faker.


I wonder how it would have worked out if you and I had never met, you know? Would I have still met him, if yes, would I have still lost him so soon? Cause to me, he was perfect. Up until that final moment. Fuck that, he even handled that like a perfect boy would. But what came after that doesn't make sense to me. Ugh. I ramble about you too much. Wish we could just backstep to where we were before all the freaky flirting. When we were just friends. Sighhhhhhhhh. Jealous boys and jealous girls. Never works out well.






A picture that makes sense. Boys. Are. Jerks.
..Jerks who make us girls fall in love, break down, break up and hurt. Brilliant..

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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