#270.
Mass pms today. Like, ridiculously. My mood has gone through more transitions than the fucking weather in Melbourne.
Woke up late this morning, spent the only time I had to get ready looking for a bloody bandaid, hence not eating anything, and going to school hungry and grumpy. Year twelve 'celebration' day today, watched the almost clothed year twelves dance around and go absolutely mental. I don't blame them, though, really. Can't wait until my year twelve graduation. Going to go hella nuts.

So yes, anyway. Talked about work experience today, freaking, mental breakdown because I don't know where i want to go even though it's a year from now that we're actually going to do it. I've asked a couple (and a couple is literally two) places if they take work exp students; an advertising company and a gallery. Was thinking of applying for the Herald Sun but I don't know if I'm qualified or talented enough.

Though now I am feeling really rather chill from the lovely, lovely weather. Actually. I don't really know how I'm actually feeling it's just very. Igeigfhearg. My blogs have been too long lately. Rage quit.

 

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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