#260.
Didn't blog yesterday. Shock horror.

I hate it when you're hurt. You're one of those people who is constantly strangely happy, the one who cheers other people up when they're feeling screwed over. And then you have to go and get depressed. I'm not saying you're not allowed to be depressed, it's just that when you are, there's a whole other atmosphere around you. Everything colourful and nice suddenly fades to a dull, noiseless grey. I tried to cheer you up, I tried to be there for you, but you just told me to stop worrying about you and go to sleep. I don't know. I haven't spoken to you properly in almost fourty-eight hours and I am so not at ease.

I hope you cheer up soon. I hope I don't have to keep seeing your 'fucked over' side, because seeing you negative is just like seeing a cloud on the ground. Stupid. So, uhm. Cheer up, and everything, I want the old, happy you back. (:

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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