i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
Just deleted any ex boyfriends and potential lovers from my phone in preparation for Vegas...
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
Somewhere between yelling how am I gonna make it to my flight and more titie shots I stopped caring
Im so tired of dysfunctional exs fucking up my relationships with future dysfunctional exs
I wasn't a groupie because I didn't carry his guitar home
For the past year I have been the most responsible I have ever been in my entire life and now spring break is here and there is free penis just traipsing around my entire town. The game is afoot.
I had wine for breakfast at 6am, that's how visiting my parents went.
Homophobes nationwide are huddled in their bunkers tonight and I can't stop giggling. Could be the wine.
Check snapchat. Selfie game still on point mid vomit.
I went in for a high five.. He went in for a kiss.. Today is a good day
I didn't even respond. Just letting the crazy settle before I calmly fuck his shit up.
RESIST THE DICK
thats like telling me to resist drinking water. impossible.
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
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