At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
9 am. shotgunning while conditioning my hair. i love college football season.
Don't feel too badly. Until twenty minutes ago my paper was a heading and a pizza order.
She's okay as an interesting car wreck. But as a sexual object she's funny
we knew you were done when they played It's All Coming Back To Me Now by Celine Dion and you started crying
Don't mind the bowl full of ashes in the sink. I meant to set that on fire.
This baby is an asshole
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
Just bc you put "its cute" at the end of it doesn't change the fact that u have called me a vag twice this morning and its only 10:03
Just told my shrink " this was a year for whoring around"
Blacking out is all I've done this year and we're only 3 days in. Checkmate bitch.
My mom said she saw you at the grocery store. Said you looked like you were "headed for a Lindsay Lohan quarter life crisis of sorts"
I am never drinking with the goths again.
At what point can I admit that I hate going to house parties?
I don't wanna stand in your shitty kitchen making small talk while I guard the quality booze I brought.
AND ONCE AGAIN THE HENNESSEY MAKES ME A SUPER SAIYAN
Oh for fuck's sake, is that why the couch is in the pool???
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