when I'm not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble
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this should be fun to decipher. I'd like to buy a vowel.
Just wanted to make sure that my favorite hot mess is still alive. I dont need words, just a response of any sort. K hope youre living
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This is sufficient.
I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that I slept with him last night, or the fact that you did too.
I gave myself a pep talk in the library bathroom mirror. and then threw up in the sink.
It was like stroking your vagina with a cloud.
I tried to get you something for Valentine's Day too but they said they couldn't deliver skittles and ecstasy :(
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
I've slept in a different bed every day this week. Operation Ho Ho Ho is a success!
We fired a shoe out of a medieval cannon. I know not where we got either one.
He was making a joke about signing my name on this piece of paper. He has a whole bucket filled with names on pieces of paper. I think thats how he keeps count.
I feel like it should at least be like a "hey look I'm actually fine that I drunkenly gave you my virginity!" friend request.
I slept naked last night on stolen pillows. I felt like a golden goddess.
Let's not share with anyone else in the apartment of how we simultaneously peed in the kitchen sink last night.....
Nothing like introducing yourself to your high school boyfriend's wife as "the girl who took his virginity"
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