am i at home because theres a dig starrrrring at me and i dont know wit plus i haer sirens. run fast.
i was born a porn star she said
went to library to start paper due tomorrow & took those orange addys u gave. now realizing they were ur xanax. completely fucked and going to fail, but calmly at peace with the situation.
he would probably call me "ma'am" when he's inside me. people love saying weird shit inside me.
no. i just ate a whole thing of hot dogs. me and regret are sleepng alone tonigh.
I got him a footlong to apologize for trying to push him off a balcony...
Just finished putting caution tape around the tv. Sober me needs to prepare.
The Angel on my shoulder is now resorting to merely reminding me that, "You will regret this later." I'm not sure if he's learning how I think or just giving up. Either way, should make life a bit more interesting.
You say you're gonna take rehab seriously... but i keep imagining it as a training montage for you preparing to snort all of columbia.
That actually is really sweet of you
The fact that he said "there's nothing wrong with being a raging drunk, just ask my mother." has me thinking that I have no positive role-models among my friends.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
100 proof captain the only man who can make me strip during a snowstorm
there is vomit in the pocket of my dress coat. i remember thinking "this is a weird place to puke" at some point in the evening, but i dont understand how i did this.
everything in the house taste like gin even the water, friday nite was a success
It's Scottsdale, it shouldn't be this hard to find drugs.
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