Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
I miss him.. What the hell did I get myself in to? I guess it will get better with time.
No. Just liquor. Time's no good.
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
your cum blends into my yellow sheets :/
My dealer, who also happens to be a male stripper, just invited me to watch him perform tonight. Boundaries buddy, boundaries.
Yeah it'll definitely be worth it. Not having syphilis all the time you know
I just sent him 3 long ass texts about how to tell a girl how he feels. I should get a fucking friend zone medal.
I will make you one.
Good. It needs "forever alone" engraved on it
Why the fuck is he under my phone as Papi Chulo?
My alarm went off and I went straight for your dick. That's dedication.
I seriously think I may just have to live here. In this bed. Naked.
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
you literally stared at me for three minutes and then said "hey this tequila isn't gonna drink itself, boss"
It's like the dark age of my sex life being stuck here
don't let your emotions get tangled in that sexy beard of his.
so idk what that means but now because of me he has a police file as breaking into my apartment and sleeping in my hallway under the carpet
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