I woke up this morning with I hate myself feeling
I just put anything in between my legs and hope for the best.
i'm so high that for the last 10 minutes i pretened my sock was a mouse, and played with it like it was legit.
I found a knife in my bed when I got back this morning. I think one of my roommates has it in for me
we cant have a funnel and a dog. thats a lot of responsibility
He was fucking her while he was wiping my tears.
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
Who invented hangovers? And why did I make out with him and eat an entire can of chilli mixed with hot fries while screaming "YOU ONLY GRADUATE ONCE" last night?
Goodbye spring break, hello depressing video on AIDS.
Body paints and jello. Your canvas awaits
Another sexterpiece awaits
It was like a Thanksgiving meal, which you spend 8 hours cooking, and the family wolfs down in 20 minutes. All that flirting and build-up for like 90 seconds of pumping and he was gone in a flash, never to be heard from again.
Do you realize half our text conversations are you asking me for tit pics and me saying no?
MY LIFE IS HARD OK. I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT LIKE 10 OR 11 AFTER SMOKIG POT AND PLAYING FALLOUT UNTIL 3
I got my gum stuck on his balls.
I kicked down a wall in rage and found a door behind the drywall. Once again vandalism solves all my problems.
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