#300.
Some crazy shit went down today. Things were said, people got hurt. Yeah, okay, go ahead and fight, like that's going to solve anything. Good luck to you all, you're going to fuck yourselves over. After a couple of months, you're all going to absolutely love each other again and look back and ask yourself what the fuck happened. It's teenage angst. That's what's fucking happened.
I think you all need to just calm the fuck down a little bit, ok?


Anyway, enough of the bullshit that goes down at girls' schools.
Last night you told me that you wished for me and I seriously did not think I was awake or sober or clean or whatever it is. I don't know. But I did go and say a few things today out of excitement and I am deeply worried that that'll be what fucks me over in the end. You're different, you know. Mutual like, keep it on the hush hush.


Holy fucking wow, as if the situation couldn't get any worse, and then bam. Queen of the bitches appears.




Holy fuck I want that shirt. Just quietly.

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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