#302.
I am sick of your mother fucking shit. Seriously. You, because the only way you know how to talk to people is through guilt. You guilt them into this, into that, what the fuck! You because you can't stop relying on people, I mean seriously, do it yourself you fucking lazy bitch. I reaaaally don't fucking like you. And you for obviously being so cocky and stupid to realise the shit you've got yourself into. All of you make me want to scream! Argh! Fuckkkkk!!


I think I'm just saying this all out of the tiredness I've been experiencing lately. I know it's my own fault but my sleeping patterns are obviously hella fucked. So much for braces tomorrow as well, I was all set up for fixing my sleeping by sleeping in late tomorrow but no he had to get some elderly back problems and fuck up that plan as well! I don't know what's happening anymore!


Fuck it all. I think the only thing keeping me even a little bit sane is you. And I am soo freaking grateful that I have you. The last thing I want right now is for you to go hiatus, or awol, cause then I probably would do something drastic. Just quietly. Hopefully this messed up mood of mine will all be over soon and I can resume to good old me. 

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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