#122.
There is something oh so satisfying about hearing my mother, granny and auntie straining to speak over my agressive, forte rendition of Harold Faltermyer's Axel F on the piano. It feels good to release, to just throw everything I have into a four paged, A major signed novelty piece of classical music.
There are just some things I don't want to deal with right now. One, the fact that I don't mean much to you anymore. Even though sometimes I feel as if you still mean everything to me. I don't get it. I know things won't always be able to go my way, but that won't stop me from resenting the fact that I want it to so god damn much right now.

Jfc, it's times like these when I want to just ring you up, and tell you everything.

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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