#352.
I'm in this mood right now where I want to hug people. And inanimate objects. It's temporary, but it's nice. I'm not entirely sure why I went to my blog just now, I guess I just felt like telling you guys some completely unnecessary stuff about my day. Or my thoughts. Or both.






Or not. I don't even know, lately everything's been changing and kinda moving a bit too fast for me. Because I'm used to constant, stable, steady and repetitive life, all this new stuff cracking its way in and moving at a hundred kilometers an hour really gets to me.


What's the most harsh is mum wanting to sell the house. She's been threatening us using 'If you guys don't help out around the house, I won't be able to hold on to it, and I'll sell it and we'll live on the streets!' for years, I guess I've always just brushed it off as words. But I guess this time she's serious. She's had a real estate agent over, and she's cleaning furiously. I don't know, this morning I was thinking about everything and I almost started crying at work. Which was not cool. I've rooted myself here (lol thats what she said) and I don't want to have to move away from my friends, from my dad. I like living here, because it's direct. There's a bus stop in front of my house. I live within walking distance of my closest and I don't want to have to take an hour to get to them. Or my dad. Who knows where she'll move us. And I don't want to move to Cairnlea. No one even knows where that is.


Yeah, so I really wish you wouldn't. I really wish you wouldn't sell our house. I've lived here all my life, and you're suddenly cutting my roots hoping that I'll be fine with it all. And I'm not. I'm really not quite fine with anything that's going on at the moment. And as much as I want to think this is just you threatening us with words again, it all seems so serious. And every time I think about it, I get all teary. So I don't. But I guess it's there, and I know it's there. And I'm going to face it eventually. I really hate change.

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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