im typing and i feel like my hands are on backwards.
Stop texting me, I'm right here.
i'm so high that for the last 10 minutes i pretened my sock was a mouse, and played with it like it was legit.
you ever get that eerie feeling when you walk in a room, when you know youve barfed here before.
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
he doesn't care that i have a boyfriend so why should i?
logic in its finest
im pretty sure all they do is fuck. and talk in baby talk. its two babys fucking basically.
I just realized I'm not towing a trailer. I thought this whole drive home I was towing a trailer. Wow too high
so i don't know how many beers it takes to make a recliner look like a toilet, but that's how many i had.
Who's nuvaring is under my pillow?
do you think this outfit says "I maintained my dignity this weekend"?
I feel like there should be a database and you screen your boyfriend's scrotum and all the fucked up shit they've done goes on file.
I was wondering why he was in my phone as "Cat Guy", he seemed pretty normal. Then when we woke up he was wearing a shirt with a picture of his cat on it. The name stays.
Going back to the ever classy sneak out to the fridge and swig liquor from the bottle method. That it is legal for me to drink here makes the fact that I have to do this all the more depressing.
I would totes reciprocate the nip pic, but I'm sick with a piece of tissue shoved up one of my nostrils and I'm just not feeling that ambitious. Sorry.
I'm constantly crying, and now I start crying every time I masturbate which is a fun development.
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