#312.
Up down up down.
That's how it is, emotionally. You bring me down, then I get up. You push me back down, he helps me back up. It's pretty tiring, having to climb back up all the time. I get that you're stressed. I get it. I get that you have to work for long hours. It's not like I'm four, and I don't understand. It's not like you have to say it twelve million billion times before I can get your message. Really, once is enough.
The other eleven nine nine nine nine nine (...) times just make me want to tell you to shut up. I'm really actually surprised I haven't already. Sorry that I feel this way. Sorry that I have to be so useless and complain all the time. I'm sorry I have a life outside of what you trap me in.




Completely unrelated, but ohhhh sooooo nostalgic. Takes me back to those times when everything was just so much simpler. Sitting in the living room watchin' Mean Girls.

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)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

Click!
coyote(s)