#537.
It's been a long week. I was hoping today, no matter how limited the time span was, you'd be able to help me pick myself back up. You told me you'd fixed it.

I guess I have no right to feel this way because most of it's my fault, but I really can't help it. I'm upset, I guess. But then I have this longing feeling too, I don't know.

I had to try surprisingly hard to stop myself from crying on the way home. It was really cold. I felt really desolate.
I wonder if you heard me leave. I wonder if you're just as upset as I am for the way I handled things. God, I don't know what to feel.

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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