there's paper in my vomit.
The things that come out of my body both amaze and disturb me.
I'm drinking carlo rossi straight from the jug. I don't have any clean cups...how am I still at this point in my life...
sitting in my room in a shopping cart. they couldnt get my legs out of the holes. i want breakfast.
I dove into a random van at the bar as the door was closing and ended up at some house with people I've never met in my life dancing in a basement
lit a joint with my parents wedding matches today, this is what happens when you're out of lighter fluid. didnt even feel guilty.
She had caution tape on her head and she blew me.
Oh fuck, I messaged a Jack Kerouac poem to a girl I'm trying to sleep with last night at 4am.
I put my hydrocodone prescription in my cereal box its like real lucky charms
I woke up in a strange bathroom. Was I blonde when you left me last night?
She's like the Oprah of therapy. AND YOU GET A STRAITJACKET. AND YOU GET A STRAITJACKET. WITH A PADDED ROOOOM
Yeah I know my dick is weird, but I've surprisingly had a lot of fun with it.
Being an adult is fun. You can experience a break up, then go fuck someone else in the woods.
There's a random table in the kitchen...and it's not the kitchen table...we don't know where it came from
It's 3 am. Nothing I've tried can get the taste of failure and vomit out of my mouth.
Randomize
