In the car with my brother. His CD went from 2pac to Taylor Swift. I'm concerned. It wasn't a mistake, he knows all the words.
I woke up and peed for 26 seconds this morning. 26 seconds!
I feel like hell. The amount of black beans I found in my hair tells me I hit rock bottom
woke up this morning in the hall outside of my parents room with a sign taped to myself that said "im sorry"...
She kept biting his ear when he was talking to people, that was only 3 drinks in...
I thought he wouldn't talk to me again. You know, what's that saying "why buy the cow when you can fuck it six hours after meeting"
I just want to point out that nothing makes my hickie/hangover more obvious than sleeping in a scarf and sunglasses. nothing.
she said I was laying next to a garbage can in the subway doing key bumps and screaming "its my fucking birthday" repeatedly
Something's wrong. Everything's on fire. Unless it was like that before. Then everything's alright.
Okay throwing up in my mouth a little = time to go home
Between the uncertainly of my bowels today, and the distance the bar is to my house, remember I am doing this for you and our mutual appreciation of alcoholism.
I ate the last cupcake. I'm sorry. It was in the refrigerator mocking me. So I ate it. And it was glorious. But I'm sorry.
If you don't fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we're alone in your room, I'm returning you to the boyfriend store
Pride log, day two. Noticing more bruises and scrapes. Liver functions probably very lowered.
Like my mom really needs to know just how non existent my sex life is
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