#493.
Today was the last day for the year twelves. The screaming in front of the VCE building straight after the final bell was nuts. It sort of dawned on me that every year those screams sound a little more emotive. In year seven, tb little twelve year old me could not give less of a rats ass but now that I'm in year ten, it's not so long away that I'll be one of those people screaming.
And then life didn't seem so long.


Taking everything into perspective and thinking about it like that sends chills down my spine but it's like a feral ass horror movie where someone's being slaughtered. You want to look away but there's something in you that forces your eyelids up, your hands away from your face and your neck to stay stiff straight forward. Same principle. Don't want to think about it but it pries it's way in to your immediate train of thought anyway.


You're born, you grow up, you live and then you deteriorate and die. LOL SHIT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HAPPY POST FUCK ALL. Make the most of it. (There's your positivity roflol)

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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