He called me an ungrateful bitch because I lauged when he asked me "how do you me and a bed sound?"
Like I should be grateful for the 5 minutes I sit on top of him and stare at the wall.
Just because we buy weed together doesn't mean were a couple
He walked me home last night across campus while i fed him pasta out of a solo cup at 3 am.
Im celebrating the fact that the one guy who has ever denied me has just come out of the closet
mom found the triscuts in her underwear drawer, its done.
Why does it always end up with me crying in my car.
I just had a boat ride of shame. With Senior Citizens.
Midnight run for medical supplies ended several hours later with a lapdance to the Braveheart soundtrack.
Nothing like an old fashioned, wine fueled, anxiety-cry in the shower to start off finals week.
It's 6 a.m. ... what the hell.
YOU WERE HAVING SEX IN THE SAME BED I WAS SLEEPING IN. AND YOU GRABBED MY HAIR. OF COURSE I'M PISSED.
The silhouette of his dick looked like an eagle. Amurrican.
He said the pain stops when I get my shit together and stop being a drugged out alcoholic mess. Could have just said no.
I just swallowed confetti and motor-boated some guys beard...#happy2015
Everything is a learning experience. Last night we learned why I'm not allowed to bring guys home from the bar....
Taking out my recycling and 90% of it is alcohol and cat food. I am judging myself.
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