#478.
I think there's a lot that's been on my chest lately that I haven't been able to let loose. And I don't mean boobs. There will always be times when I feel happy enough but I don't know. Five minutes later everything will turn itself upside down again. It's hard to think about without getting upset.


And then sometimes I hear about you. And it pisses me off that you think that is happy. That you think what you have is enough to pass for joy. Maybe I'm just a bitch for wanting you to be miserable. I don't know. Maybe I'm just looking for a way to see my own situation as better.
But hey, what are you supposed to do when you have no time to yourself. When the only time you really get to yourself is late at night. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.

But I'm on the verge of crying for the millionth time this month. I'm on the verge but I don't want to. It's only been lately that I've been giving in the tear temptress. I never used to hate everything this much. I wish everything would just pause and give me a long time to think about everything. I wish everyone would just shut the fuck up and go so I can really think about what I want. Because at this point, it's safe to say I don't kow what i want anymore. Maybe I just want my childhood back. Just to be me again, no demands on what I have to be. Fuck all.

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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