evidently tequilla and lady gaga make me flirt and grind shamlessly with other men infront of my boyfriend.
it's like i warped into dreamland and the only thing that makes sense is my solo cup
I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
he poured tabasco sauce in my vag.. I'm still having a hard time going to the bathroom.
he referred to my room as the tit cave...
watching "look who's talking now." getting choked up at the end when they find each other at the cabin
doesn't that movie star kirstie alley and have talking dogs in it? new low...even for you
no dont talk to me..because of you my bar tab was more expensive than my hospital bill
I have her designated blowjob hair tie on my wrist. It's like a key to eternal happiness
I did, I'm just saying. Once the drinking starts my nipples are no longer my control.
So I thought the party was crazy before his pinky came off...
At least I know that however bad my life gets and how low I can feel I'll never feel shitting in a red robin parking lot low
I feel like him using the excuse "I'm not a fan of lying" to stop me from sleeping around is hypocritical since he's cheating on his wife with me.
I feel so accomplished. I've cleaned my room, done laundry, called those places, gotten jobs, and masturbated.
I'm so proud of you.
Social anxiety problems: I just had to get up and change stalls mid-poop because someone sat down in the one next to mine.
You do realize it’s only a matter of time before I have a bad day and come home with an alpaca?
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