I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
Yeah, we realized keeping you in a cage wasn't beneficial to us
RAWRRRR IMA PURPLE DINO
dude i'm sitting right next to you.. stop texting me
i need a shirt that says "I fuck trainwrecks"
I don't care how bad it tastes, i just put it in my mouth and deal with it
look, i dont wanna be "that girl" but if someone offers me coke in exchange for sex, i cant say no.
btw im making up a story about these stitches..... i think a hockey stick to the face sounds better then i fell up the stairs
The most humiliating part was that I farted while he was tasing me.
I'm just waiting for the avalanche of beef.
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
I have poison ivy and a broken finger. Don't have a threesome in the woods.
Would it be weird to bake him a cake that says "sorry I peed on your bed"?
He finally left. I didn't introduce him to the roommate. The sex is bad. I don't want him to feel welcome
New rock bottom. Woke up at 7 am fully clothed in a bathtub full of water. I hate myself.
I’m going to hump him until his teeth hurt and then I’m going to have my way with him
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