I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
His facebook profile says he's interested in men, but i'm choosing to ignore that
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
So here i am dipping ice cream in my vodka and watching the bad girls club on demand. This is not ok
Today my mom told me "that's what worries me about you getting blacked out drunk... You don't look pretty"
I hope there's a soldier with a Bedazzler just going to town right now.
For when you/if you wake up tomorrow.. You broke 4 of the bar's glasses tonight and I am currently watching you as you ride the broom around the bar instead of cleaning up your mess. I am no longer able to come up with excuses for you.
I've friend zoned this boy hard. I made him change my nipple rings before he went home.
A horseman, i repeat, a man on a horse downtown just told me i was gorgeous and my friends were not. Not drunk enough.
You sent me snap chats of you guys having sex. Like plural. It was like flip book porn, I'm traumatized.
You have more time for sex than anyone I know.
Marrying her is the worst scenario of any. That includes death and zombies.
I wrote myself a note last night telling me to tell you that you're the best person ever, and asking you not to tell me what I did, I think I'm trusting my drunk judgment on that one.
Worst sex ever! He was a talker for sure! I was on top and out of no where he said "Oh you bad bitch?" I stopped and left.
If he didn’t pick us up we would have been jerkwards eating sad pancakes at a Denny’s.
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