And i generally try not to roofie people when I'm in a committed relationship.
I don't make the first move. Ever. Unless were playing monopoly cause that's my shit
Took it a bit far last night. While leaving his house, I sent myself a text that said, 'you're still pretty"
i swear to god even though i took those meds before coming here i did not hallucinate zulema silently throwing up into a breakfast burrito
I'm not sober enough to be having a conversation about a rap she wrote in Spanish about public safety
she had that "i just got used" look on her face when i kicked her out at 5am
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
Bitches at mcdonalds acting like they never seen a girl puke in her own coat pocket before
Im only pretending to be his friend so I can sleep with his girlfriend.
Also, just had a student offer to sell me Xanax. Want some? Just for like a rainy day. Or our memorial day shitshow. Or just another Wednesday night.
You can't just be this socially awkward and sexually frustrated and jealous as a fucking demon and be expected to stay sober.
It feels like the devil is humping my brain with his razor sharp erection.
YO I WASNT TRYING TO MAKE A PASS AT YOU.... Or Jesus
I went to my AA meeting last night. My drug dealer is now my counselor.
I refuse to fake an orgasm. If I'm dating him, he better work for that shit.
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