#382.
At some time today I just stopped caring. I stopped pretending to be nice, I stopped pretending I gave a rats ass about you. The funniest part is, you didn't even notice. You were a thousand times too engrossed in the fact that you miss someone that doesn't love you back. You were too busy thinking about how to get over the fact she's with another guy. She's with your friend. She doesn't love you, she probably never will and I don't know why you're still following her as if one day she's going to suddenly realise she's had a love for you and jump your bones.
It makes you look a little pathetic, doesn't it?


Anyway, right now, I'm really tired, a tad grumpy and whatever but yeah. I've still got homework that I should be doing. I swear without A at the cafe today talking me down, I think I would have spiralled into something horrible. All that reminiscing about what we used to talk about. Your brotherliness, watching comedy festivals while webcamming and repeating jokes with each other, textign you at weddings. And we made a pact. A pact that we would go to a comedy festival when I'm of age. It's going to go off, isn't it?

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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