3:40 am: you never wrote back on my facebook wall
i broke up with my boyfriend last night because i had to eat a freezy pop in every color and he ate the last blue one. i sat on the floor and cried for an hour at least. everyone left. so i decided that this whole weed thing isnt really healthy for my relationships.
You try staying up all night fucking a guy with a curved dick and see how much you want to go out after that.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
Adderal just makes me love life. I want to do so much. I just can't stop thinking about all the wonderful opportunities we have and how lucky we are and I want to make a difference in the world. I just have to reign in my brain and convince it that changing the world starts with a college degree, which depends on studying for these finals.
Didn't get the job. Searched for my references on FB and saw the pic of me weighing my head passed out.
She saves ONE person's life while blacked out and now she's positive anything can be done "while fucking hammered"
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
I'm ok. I've got the pantsless-with-dignity thing down pat
These people don't understand my stages of drunk
I'm gonna have to shit in a bar again tonight
strip teases shouldnt end with an expensive car covered in salsa and mayonnaise yet here we are
Googling enemas while I get a pedicure ... My life in one senence
I DO have hobbies! I drink. I drink more. I catfish men on Grindr with photos of guys who are less attractive than me. I listen to Lovecraftian podcasts. I'm very well-rounded.
My mom found my empty case that I hid in my room and just said "now why don't you be a responsible underaged drinker and throw it in the recycling" and walked away. I'm in shock.
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