part of it is the fact that im problem drinking, and the other part is my OCD wont let me leave the bottle half-empty.
as nice as a boyfriend sounds, a relationship would require morals and self-restraint - both fields in which i lack.
momma always taught us never to change for a boy..
i was focused on more important things... like standing, and not spilling my beer
I don't know what's more sad having a rewards account at a liquor store or already racking up 273 dollar points since january
I feel like someone was just looking at my memory and took out an eraser and was like "nope he doesnt need that"