#461.
I don't want to think negatively about any of this, but maybe it's because thing's have been a little different lately. Things have been going smoothly, everything has some sort of constancy and it's repetitive. It's good, but it's the same. As I now know, I don't function right when things are the same. So I know this isn't going to end well. I know that the tiniest of things is going to send me over the edge and then I'm going to take everything out on you.
It's hard to understand why you put up with me a lot of the time. It's difficult to accept the fact that anyone else by now would have given up long ago. But you haven't, and I've gotten used to taking it for granted and taking you for granted. I know sometimes I'm more than you should be expected to handle, and I'm sorry.

It's more often than not now that I end up in these ridiculous moods that I expect you to bring me back from. You're not some lifeguard who's job is to rescue me all of the time, and I should know that. You're you. And I'm some kid with more baggage than she can handle. I'm sorry for making you carry it too. I'm too touchy feely about shit like this. God damn it I'm too selfish for a relationship.

I am also fucking capped so I'm going to be a bit easier to grumpify in the next five days or so. What the flying fuck has come over 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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