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.
Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THERE WAS A LOAF OF BANANA BREAD IN THE OVEN BEFORE YOU LEFT FOR A 5 HOUR SHIFT??
i jsut feel off the bus, but its ok the driver let me back on. a woman hid her baby from me..
i woke up in his neighbors pool house. Not sure how I got here but there is people swimming outside. how do I escape?
just fucking run.
Sorry my hands just texted you
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
Listen I'm a sentimental character under all this alcohol and ratchetry
Have a glass of wine with dinner they said. Your hydrocodone has worn off they said... NOPE
We need to talk about your improper dealings with the town drug dealer.
Watching a guy masturbate in real time is a lot less theatrical than porn had me to believe.
He is such a generous lover, I can look past the fact his name is fucking Bob.
I got my period during my acid trip. It was weird.
Because I chose to live vicariously through your uterus and you're letting me down right now.
All I have in my purse is 10 cents and a plastic ducky.\nI can't explain last night.
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