#524.
Sometimes I just don't know what to say. I sit and think desperately for any combination of words that will relieve me from the situation. But in the midst of all that, I end up forgetting about relief. I end up trying to stop myself from bawling my eyes out. I wish I had some sort of special power that makes these things all better.
All of today I've been such a depressed little bitch about this whole thing when I could have just talked to you. Anything. Didn't even have to be relevant. I hate that I had to be so hostile and so whatever. I'm sorry. I really am for everything.
I don't even know what goes on inside my own head sometimes.

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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