#410.
It's Sunday night. And I am being a grumpy little bitch for a number of reasons.

• Some shit went down that I will not mention, but it comes down to nosy little twats.
• Green tea dude came in extra late for dinner, so we had to leave the cafe an hour late, which means I had to sit and do jack shit waiting for him to finish his bullshit conversation with his mate.
• Mum thinks money will make it better.
• Money probably would make it better if it were any other time, but I have a stack of revision/homework/drafting to do.
• This drafting makes me want to shove something up my RE teacher's ass.
• Are you purposely trying ot piss me off because jokes like that at a time like this are not appreciated.
• Fucking fuck fuckity fuck.

That about sums up my shit mood. Goodbye I am going to continue to do what I'm supposed to be doing.

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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