I'm drinking while I write this paper. When I can't see the screen anymore I'm gonna come out
I am laying on the kitchen floor eating cold chicken fingers and drinking wine. welcome to my new years party.
I feel like someone was just looking at my memory and took out an eraser and was like "nope he doesnt need that"
Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.
Is it obsessive that I keep picking my crazy sex rug burn scab so it leaves a scar I can remember him by?
why does my status of facebook already read REHAB 2011
we were running to make last call and you stopped me and said very seriously "if i fall, go on without me. just make sure theres a beer in my hand when you go"
It is official. It's the year of doin married chicks. Similar to the year of virgins but without all the baggage.
Let me start this apology by saying you were the finest piece of ass I ever had.
I pulled my bra outta my purse. Covered in honey mustard. I still lack an explanation.
Just called the consul general of France "dude"
Found my bike today. On top of the garage. I'm not even going to ask myself why.
I just soaked a sugar cookie in nail polish remover to clean off my nails because I was too lazy to walk to the bathroom to get a cotton ball. Is this what rock bottom feels like?
It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
he apologises profusely for spelling mistakes in his texts but doesn't care about cheating on me. priorities
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