He can hate all he wants but were fucking with these crocs on
heading to class now, facing the weekend consquences
I'm ashamed of you 12 hours later and 200 miles away
it's ok. he made up for it by standing there and holding my purse while i made out with three guys at the bar. it was a pretty good night.
I am too hungover to address any of this right now, every time i move it feels like i'm being bitch slapped by the hand of God
I don't think he knows what shame means anymore. He gave some bar slut his sisters Tiffanys necklace, in exchange for anal.
This santa hat i wore to the bar, served it's dual purpose as a vomit bag.
I walked into the kitchen and twelve of them were just staring at the oven. Freshmen are the weirdest drunks ever.
Also I legit had a girl at my bar crying tonight saying to her friend "why did he have to take his top off ?"
you should probably know that there's a naked dude in your window
i wouldn't normally say anything but you seem to not be there
I just smoked by myself in my childhood bedroom, how happy does it seem I am to be home for Christmas?
Remember that whole "don't let me drink" thing? We should really start sticking to that.
He's so in love with you that you could fuck a blood relative and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy"
What are you bringing to class tomorrow?
sorrow
You told me you didn't want to go to the hospital because you were drunk, but because you didn't want to leave the "fun".
Randomize
