it's my fault, I passed out instead of getting up to pee.
new number. flushed my phone last night when i puked, made B help me look for it for 2 hours.
I love how I just got my coachella ticket and ecstasy in a package deal.
Well I turned her sobriety into my own personal drinking game
I feel miserable and there's nutella all over my phone
My liver is crying. And I feel like I got fingered by Edward Scissorhands. While he was wearing brass knuckles
I did the mature thing and subtweeted that bitch. She follows me so she'll see.
well, I yelled "the tribe has spoken!" at a boatload of people and then I walked home alone in the pouring rain at 1:30am. karma really is a bitch, yo.
struggle bus is officially taking me on a road trip to hell. If this is just the first destination, I'll jump out the fucking window.
Eating a chocolate bar and crying over a cobweb. Life is beautiful and I love shrooms.
You know what I realized today? That my biggest regret of freshman year was ditching you and that foam party to have a one night stand with a skinny jean wearing vocal major.
I am concerned for your priorities but also really flattered. Flattery wins
sometimes you just gotta eat tacobell at 2am and cry all your feelings out
Are we at that point yet where I can just say "I want you to sit on my face"? If not, want to go out for "drinks"?
Things that don't wash off in the shower: black eyes and hickies.
I saw a picture of a baby and it reminded me to take my birth control. Priorities
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