Come home. Im drunk and cutting my own hair. This is bad, i need you.
can't come out tonight. went to the bar again last night and the bartender hugged and thanked me so much for my "generosity." I'm intrigued but terrified to see my credit card bill.
Sitting at a bar next to a guy wearing sunglasses drinking a pitcher by himself and having an argument with himself over if journey is more ballin than kiss. Feel better about myself.
i kinda regret how quickly i gave it up to him, but i just wanted the regular fucking to begin soon. ah we made good memories.
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
Then you started screaming that this was the first time you did e and that you had a 4.8 gpa, that was right before you almost suffocated between that one girl's tits.
If the blood belongs to whoever dumped glitter all over my couch than the motherfucker got what was coming to them. If not, I hope they're ok.
I am expending an amazing amount of energy to not throw up right now
Tell Chris I said sorry for yelling "It's my vagina, let me do what I want with it!" at the party last night.
This tiny cat is tiny breathing with her tiny lungs and im having a tiny freak out. Like those lungs have to be super tiny.
If you can count on one hand the number of times you have actually, truly nearly died this month, then you are not really living yet.
hell no. i was not wasting my two tears of virginity on him.
I repeat do not go to a jail visit drunk, those stools are easy to fall off.
Yeah but him not going to be sleeping in your sink this time.
Passed out in someones front yard last night. Got woke u?p by a lady walking her dog at 6am. Rock bottom.
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