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 know my balls have never hurt this bad before
I just signed a document stating that I would dd all summer if they would go pickup food.
I need to stop drinking. Side note- we have a party bus tonight. So the drinking will have to end after that
Lesbians are nicde people they do not take debit cards
Currently bleeding through my leggings. Not good. Not good at all.
Hospital.
I am invincible.
My life now consists of 2 time frames. BV before vibrator and AD after death of my sex life.
You have no idea how pumped I am. I literally plan on dying. You're in my will
She told me she's into girls now. I told her there would be a full bottle of jäger and an empty bed here Friday.
I specifically remember rubbing my eyes thinking I could definitely go blind and I really like came to terms with it I was like ok my other senses will develop this is fine
Are you seriously getting this frustrated over a hand-job right now?
dollar rum and cokes, see you on the dark side of infinity
Come as you are, bitch. Glitter and vodka provided.
Then it hit me - his penis wasn't a shiny new toy anymore and I wanted a new one.
Do you remember what happened last night? All I could find we're phone numbers of strip clubs in Detroit. Did we go to Detroit?
Randomize
