I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
laying in bed listening to christian music, jealous of the hope they have for their life. also need to beat off, can i think about you?
i realized that the internet ruins the joy of a father passing down playboys to his son
based on the size of her vibrator, i'm going to be a huge disappointment
you were passed out in your cheese fries by the time he brought out your second order of french toast.
I really want to title the album "I want to make sex with your face" but I also want a job someday. Temptations, temptations.
he ate me out like he was chugging a beer.
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
Was he good-huge or like "what the fuck do i do with this"-huge
my new years resolution to eat more toast and mastrubate more often is going well so far.
You carved your initals into all my vitamins and said "now a small part of me will be in you every morning" before you fell asleep with my thong on your head.
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
If he flies out here I will sleep with him. I have morals, but not when it comes to southern accents
Steven and I talked about running for office again today. It's fucked that my 3 dream jobs are marijuana bakery owner, bar owner, and president.
Is it wrong for me to wish my cat had arms to get me a beer?
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