He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
my mom just called and warned me someone is trying to serve me, i feel like i'm playing an extreme game of hide and go seek these next weeks
no memory loss, but i'm unhappy with my memories
filling out my bracket based on schools with ppl I've hooked up with
I never want to hear the words 'my therapist says . . . ' while naked again.
i can feel the knowledge leaking out of my brain
replace it with alcohol - nature abhors a vacuum
Went to the doctor's today. The lady took one look at my throat and said "oh god"
Too much penis in there.
And then we were riding the keg in the pool like an 8 second rodeo...naked.
Liquor doesn't fix sad, but it sure as hell lowers my standards for a rebound.
My walk of shame was four miles long and I had to stop for a water break. I am the picture of class.
I watched you down those shots like a lion cub watching its mother rip apart a gazelle
So last night was the first of "I got cut off before I walked in the bar".
Mmm. Champagne. Weed. 17 pounds of animal crackers.
Stumbled out of my bed this morning into the bathroom at 8 am still drunk, obviously. The Mormon on my floor was in the bathroom. I could practically hear her doing hail marys for me.
While I was giving him head he told me he had to go door to door the next day and "spread the word of Jesus Christ" I felt like a Disney villain out to steal his virtue.
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