I think I died a long time ago.
I saw him at work today and he gave me a really awkward "I know what you do drunk" look...
And then I'm going to yell into her vagina and see if it echoes
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
Just because I tried to backhand you with a fist full of cash does not make me violent
the back of my hand read, "say no to drugs." my palm read, "say yes to shots." when the fuck did I write that?
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.
I just very easily got pretty high off of one bowl of shitty dirt weed. I'm a sad excuse for who I used to be.
You will never truly trust yourself until you have shaved your armpits, legs, and vagina in the dark.
I feel like drug tests are a little less "random" when you are employed by your father.
So I just sneezed blood everywhere. On the upside. After yesterday I feel way more confident AND I give even less of a fuck.
I want Walter White to make me a bologna sandwich while I'm chained to a support
I need to reevaluate my stance on weekday hangovers...
My fuck buddy and I talked about Amelia Bedilia for ten minutes before having sex. I think I'm in love.
He drove me to my therapist appointment because I was too drunk to drive. Total keeper.
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