#17.
Why am I getting worked up over this. Pissed over something you probably don't even know you're doing. Feels like you're ignoring me. Feels like you couldn't care less about me. But then sometimes, it's the exact opposite, feels like you're giving me all your attention, and I'm the only thing that exists to you. I know I can't always be the centre of attention.. But I want to. Selfish of me, but hell, I want to be your everything. Maybe I'm over-thinking this. But it just feels like she gets everything, and I'm left in the dust. Sometimes I just want to be her. If just for only a day, I could feel what it's like to be her. Because from the outside, it looks like she's got it so easy. Everything right there, and yet she says her life is hard. Open up your eyes hun. See the light, cause you're bloody mental if you can't see everything you have.

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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