you have a cum towel under your bed, you're the definition of single
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
I really wasn't that bad. I thought I was pretty tame.
When Anthony passed out you poured vodka on his face
It looks like sephora exploded on his dick, so i assumed I was the second girl that gave him head that night.
I have been drinking since 2. And I'm now chasing the cat around the house with a light saber. Anna's helping.
Now that there's no chance of him coming over to fuck anymore, I'm going to put up a one-person tent in my bedroom and live in it. My bed reminds me of him.
I'm at some strange place in what feels like Mexico, high and getting tacos.
Also 70% sure I have a splinter on my eyelid from last night
How drunk is "too drunk" for candlelight service?
I took your mattress from your bed. Don't ask questions. Love you. See ya later.
Hungover in church. I can feel stained glass Jesus judging me.
I woke up with a hangover and a man bun. Reached over to drink water and accidentally chugged raspberry vodka. So there's that.
Did he at least walk u home
He offered. I dont like that shit. I want his dick not his presence on my walk home
There's something empowering about being at dinner and sitting across the table from two men you've blown.
I just found glitter glue on my jesus bracelet...am I really that gay?
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