This is your typical "sorry i got drunk and tried to seduce you into having sex while you were throwing up" text.
I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
We just made watching Intervention into a drinking game. We drink everytime someone does drungs.
She pointed at me and told her friend, I'm going to fuck him, its going to be really loud, so yes, i need the whole basement.
Second night spent with creepy guy. I either need to change his nickname or stop doing this.
I think i blacked out...but i remember licking your teeth
i can't understand anything he's saying. But he spells alcohol right everytime so i deciphered it.
We need to go back to the barter system so I can sell my body and just be done with it.
Apparently from about 3-5AM I was consoling that crying stripper about her life choices.
I will now send you explicit pics of mine and her genetalia bound together forever in the devils dance that is sexting.
I just realized I haven't had a date or a potential possibility of a date in about a year. Then I realized I wanted to actually go on a date. But I'm sitting here getting high instead of being at a party. Life.
the only joy I get out of her anymore is hitting on her friends and ignoring her. it's chaos for them. like shaking a slutty ant farm
She drunkenly dropped her ranch for her pizza. She tried to clean it up with her hands off the street then realized it didn't work and started licking her fingers.
Tonight is an "I'm lonely and single so I'm going to curl up in a warm, melatonin and vodka enriched ball in the corner of my bed with a cat." kind of night.
Flirting with/getting ready to possibly sleep with a married HS classmate and getting added to a bible study group chat within minutes of each other. #Balance
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