#481.
I love how this just alternates from being really depressed, to qutie optimistic, to suicidal and then to absolutely fucking whipped. It's brilliant.

The heat's coming back for the summer, but the wind hasn't left. The heat is almost nostalgia inducing of last summer. Lately I've been wondering if things will ever be like they were. You know? This was before my parents stopped trusting my teenage persona and let me out, they didn't call to check up on where I was and they didn't yell at me when I came home at eleven. I wonder if this summer will be the same. The same whole day outings, the same public transport far too late, and the same fireworks in the city.
I hope it's the same, just with different people.

Everything's been threatning to change lately and I'm beginning to lose the feel for being able to tell if they're just empty threats or things really are going to change. If mum's going to sell the shop, if we're going to move, if I'm changing schools, if we're still us. I hope with everything that is in me that life remains constant. I really need to start doing homework, because I am so behind.

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)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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