i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
the bank didn't screw up, i spent 150$ at mcdonalds last night
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
I mean, I'm all about sharing, but when he tells me about his wet dreams about Oprah, I think it's taking it too far.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
He asked me "did you used to go to church" while we were having sex.
My head feels like a nest made of hair and cum
Just think of your bundle of joy thats on its way. And how hes gunna rip your vagina apart
Die.
Neither a grow-er nor a show-er. More like a no-er. If he didn't have testicles, I'm not sure you could tell he was a male, even standing there naked. There will be no second date.
He told me we shouldn't hang out because it would be weird and then snap chatted me a picture of his dick
Three months into our sexual relationship, he comes out with "Your body is efficient". WTF do I do with THAT?
I can show you the world. Shining, splimbering vaginaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Can't talk, ducks in the car
Last night I tried to apply for a job at ihop. That drunk.
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