I haven't seen him in over a year. He asked me to his prom over myspace. Is he fucking serious?
I'm pretty sure his head is too big to fit between my legs. Worthless.
he just asked me if he could show me what he wanted to do to me using his action figures. where do i find these freaks?
naighbors jacking off again. i swear its his friday night ritual, its like he knows the night wont be ending in his favor
I felt like a body pillow being humped by a twelve year old.
I'm genuinely dissapointed that we didn't make any fat chicks cry
You know what's soul crushing? Walking to subway and find out you were too drunk to put on shoes and being denied service.
Um. I literally have no words.
Like I had no idea he knew how to play girls the way he played me. His major is chemistry for christ's sake.
It's all coming back to me. I drank moonshine from a milk carton from a guy named tomohawk last night.
I just remembered that last night I ate nachos off of someone else's table with a stranger
I wanted to make fun of someone saying that to an untrained ear, skrillex is blah blah blah. But it was too soon after they said it. And now I can't find it. These are real problems.
He said "you speak American pretty good for a Canadian" and it took everything in me to still fuck him. Dry spell ended btw
I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility when the prospect of being high is readily available. All I could do was hula hoop and smoke cigarettes last night. My remembrance of anything important was out the window.
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
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