#490.
I don't know whether this changes everything or things can stay the same. Maybe things will get better, but that's highly unlikely.

I want to say it's not my fault, that I had it in my own right, but partially it is. Maybe if I weren't so careless things wouldn't be so anxiety inducing right now. I'm shaking and I don't know if I should get up and sort things out or wait here for things to blow over. I'd like to think that I will never give in and I will make it through this with everything I care about in tact but maybe they'll change my mind. I've decided that if this spreads I've lost any ounce of respect I've ever had for that person and that this is not give and get. This is only for his own personal gain and that maybe I should let loose everything that I've been holding in order to protect him. It's not fair that way, it really isn't. I hope that this all ends up okay and that nothing has to change. I hope. I really do.

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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