I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
I just sold a pizza for the ability to listen to spice girls.
I AM SAFE. EVERYTHING IS FOG. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
tell your freshman friends. will trade sexual favors for swipes. ive got dinner tomorrow open and lunch on wed
Did you sleep with Connor? And who undressed me? There's a picture of two guys peeing out my bedroom window. What happened?
Take off that red sweater and wear my vagina as a facemask.
Dude, it's not gay. It's winter.
and then i signed some dudes back with a turkey hand print in honor of thanksgiving
he congratulated me on my ability to grow long hair after pulling it to see if i had extensions
THERE IS WEED IN MY OVEN. HOW AM I EVER SUPPOSED TO MAKE CHICKEN PARMESAN WITH WEED IN MY OVEN.
It's okay I didn't send any nudes tonight so we are safe *inserts photo of a baseball umpire doing the safe signal*
Idk what I'm more afraid of...checking my bank account or my STD results.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
he is sitting in the driveway by himself laughing at nothing, idk what to do
Dont ask questions just say words. where can i find plan b?
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