Revelation of the day. Bulimia is dumb. Anorexia is easier.
You suck.
Whoever said drinking more helps a hangover didn't drink 96% of a fifth of whiskey last night. This is absurd.
both roomates are passed out on the floor. I feel like I'm missing out on crucial bonding time by sleeping in my bed.
Tostitos Scoops as shot glasses. Eat for chaser.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
i keep looking at my boobs and it just baffles me how he could give this up.
Home. Hour long discussion with mom. Very frightened. Eating a sausage. Don't remember making it. Confused.
i'm exhausted. do you know how hard it is to put together an outfit that is professional enough to secure a babysitting job yet slutty enough to let him know i'm down for sex during naptime?
He called me skinny, I broke his garbage disposal, then denied him sex. Normal second date etiquette.
My liver is whispering mean things about me to my kidneys. It's a fucking miracle I'm not hungover. Lol
I'm gonna die. First I'm gonna throw up. But then I'm gonna die.
This time last year I was crying in a church parking lot without shoes or a bra, so the years can only go up from here
So from zero to dumpster fire, how shitty do you feel this morning? I'm hovering somewhere around trainwreck.
drunk me always erases text conversations because she is a woman of mystery and does not like for me to know what's going on in her life
He let me share his family pack of hot pockets with him. Chivalry isn't dead after all.
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