i woke up in his bed, he had my shirt on
and high school musical 3 was playing on his lap top
Dibs on passing out in front of the toilet.
BEES IN MY FUCKING PANTS. HELP.
I think he liked me better when I only opened my mouth to suck his dick.
my head gets it he sucks but my LAME FUCKING HEART IN MY VAGINA doesnt
At least I'm doing lines with a notecard. That counts for something right
my math prof is telling us what to do in a gun fight. i dont want to live in oakland anymore.
It's okay. I've dumbed down my notes over the semester because I knew I wouldn't be up to understanding things come finals.
I don't care how much you're grieving a loss, masturbating off the side of a roof is not acceptable mourning behavior.
I wanted to make out with that blonde just so I could deck her boyfriend and make things interesting.
At least that would be something.
I inhaled my own vomit, how was your night?
She shoved her hand down my pants and held my cock for thirty minutes in the bar. It was like she was letting all the other females know I was hers.
You said too many real things and now I need to crawl back inside my protective fort of sarcasm, being an asshole, and sass
isnt it crazy how for years we were living our owns lives, and now only a wall seperates us?
stop. eating. my. shrooms.
He sent me a pic of his coffee mug to be like "I'm having coffee too.ā€¯ \nImagine that. Morning coffee. In your boring ass mug. Dick pic or gtfo.
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