I was thinking about him in the shower then i get out of the shower and there was a text from him
its like he has a camera inside of my shower that looks into my brain
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
Did we both pass out talking about cake last night?
He yelled out my full name in bed...I felt like I was being scolded.
He doesn't belong with God. He belongs face-down in a pile of his own excrement, vomit, blood and semen. Then pissed on by Satan.
It felt as i were a pad of butter melting onto a piece of toast.
So this whole chlamydia situation totally puts a damper on my back to school sex schedule, there's just no way of knowing who of them was the perpetrator... Time for new candidates
Watermelon juice. Makes everything better. Gin. Wine. EVERYTHING.
I have never fucking hated the horrible sound of dozens of off-key recorders BLARING their fucked rendition of "Fais Do-Do" in unison against the screams of an adult male... more than I do now. This is why people avoid teaching. Kill me. End it all.
Dude, half of south Mississippi has seen my taint. I'm not worried.
So, got kind of drunk last night, made out with some guy, and somehow stole his credit card. Don't even know.
I'm constantly crying, and now I start crying every time I masturbate which is a fun development.
I feel like I smell like bad decisions
Yupp. He's definitely a screamer.
Really should've known 2020 was gonna suck when the guy dressed as baby new year got arrested at our party 5 past midnight...
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