#309.
Yeah times like these, I want to just scream at you. Tell you how stupid I think you are, how naive. Tell you that I've said so many false things to you, under the impression you'd done the same to me. These times occur often. Times when just the image of you in my brain makes me want to hit something. Times like these, when I fucking hate you.


On a slightly different note. Two days. Two mother chucking days! Excited excited. Science test tomorrow, must study, must do Bali assignment, and must practice The Heart Asks Pleasure First.


Did you know twenty four percent of the American population believe aliens walk among us? Goes to show, people believe things thousands, millions or even billions of other people think is pure bullshit. Psychology class is the fucking shit. (Y)

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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