after he came i started crying. just to fuck with his head.
He's sobering up. It was really bad for like 45 minutes. He cried while telling me how he pictured us eating hotdogs on the beach together.
There are taser marks on me. Your face flashed before my eyes when i woke up and saw them.
Guy next to me is looking up how to press his own ecstasy pills. I'm going to befriend him and see where this goes
He gets a blow job and all I get is a huge scar on my arm ... how is this fair?
IDK but this explains my bloody dashboard.
She's drinking vodka out of a windex bottle. She is spraying it in her mouth and at strangers.
I am so hung over a medically induced coma is beginning to sound appealing.
I asked you if you wanted to go to the ER, have me sew it up or just wrap it in duct tape and keep on keepin on. You just said YES. I remember very little after that.
You're a good friend.
I should start wearing my Batman shirt more often when I drink. Good things happen. All sorts of shit.
Body paints and jello. Your canvas awaits
Another sexterpiece awaits
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
I was in the rappers prayer circle. Then they're blunt circle
How my distance relationship is going: he's trying to sext me & I'm stuffing pizza in my face.
He can be a kind, caring soul but also give in to the temptation of eating unicorn ass.
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