you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. one after the other. spelled differently.
Do you reaalllllly want to put "porn editor" on your resume?
im a genious. moved my bed and mirror so i can watch the game while Fucking
I'll just wear something slutty to the liquor store and hope for the best
that's your solution for everything
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
shes got that 'its my party i can do meth if i want to' mentality. i like that.
I tried to put a seat belt on in the shower. And I'm 80% sure I ate soap.
2nd semester senior, always drunk. at this point if i don't get a good parking spot, i turn around and drive home
Best part: she drunkenly told me I'm dangerous then slurred to my parents that I should watch out in case I fall in love with her. Then she mounted a pinata
Not sure I just ate a really big pot brownie, I feel like my future is uncertain
You're gonna judge me.
Howd you sleep with him already
It wasn't like a party or anything. They played PlayStation and talked about sports. Then I threw up on his porch.
If he refers to me as slump buster one more fucking time.
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
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