I wish facebook had a fuck off button.
remind me not to puke in the mesh trash can tonight
I can actually hear my brain cells scream as they die when she speaks.
My face is bruised from laying on the concrete. NO MORE VODKA!
Carpeing THE FUCK out of that diem
Oh my fucking god you idiot bitch just get here forget about the vodka the fucking cops are looking for you
I walked in her room to find her rubbing lotion on her face high as fuck.
Smoked a blunt with my dad then introduced him to cinnabon delights. Today was a good day.
I get off at 11. but they've been letting me go early cuz I've been crying a lot
I'm to the point where I just want to get back at him in a hot man sex tornado way.
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
I wrote myself a note last night telling me to tell you that you're the best person ever, and asking you not to tell me what I did, I think I'm trusting my drunk judgment on that one.
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
she was just meowing in the corner eating frozen chicken nuggets
I cant promise hot guys but i can promise alcohol which is close enough.
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