I woke up this morning with I hate myself feeling
I found out 2day that my dad was a stripper in New Oleans.
You know your from las vegas when the girl on the stage in the strip club was in my US gov class senior year
He upper decked the toilet, got himself lit on fire 6 times and lit 4 other people on fire in the course of 3 days.
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
Things were easy when he was just a penis. Now he's a penis with feelings.
Dylan just paid 30 bucks to have himself wrapped in the clear plastic they wrap luggage in at the airport. Bring scissors.
He's texting from midnight mass asking for nude pics. Baby Jesus is spinning in his manger as we speak
I wonder how he feels knowing that he's the one who turned me gay
I like that our conversation ended with "im gonna go get pregnant goodnight"
My boobs keep hanging out of this shirt. I think thats the style I'm going for tonight
Congrats! Its a fuck boy!
I hate him but I love him for what he does which is me
Ryan. I woke up. At the neighbors house. And by the neighbors. I mean the ones to the north. The ones that hate us. Please call me. I am so confused and you are gone
At the neighbors house?! Like in it or outside???
In it on the fucking couch. No idea how i got here.
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