he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
You drinking a lot?
No.
Define a lot
do you remember how we all fit in that bathtub?
tequila
I accidentally screamed the wrong name last night. He stopped for a second, said "fuck it, you're too hot to care," and then continued fucking me.
I'm hoping he'll tell everyone how great in bed I am. Well, how great in bathroom floor I am.
He likes bondage and spanking and shit.
Oh, so "normal" kinky not "I wanna pee on people" kinky. I can handle that.
I don't even know what beauty is right now. I wouldn't even pity fuck me today.
I'll never be able to have sex on these sheets. I'd have to cover up the eyes of every single Elmo.
I need to stop going to bars and yelling "I could be teaching your kids one day, bitches!"
New York City is dangerous when the only bars you go to are the ones that have 'open' in front
he didn't stitch me up last time. in fact, he yelled at me for bleeding.
This love triangle bullshit is getting out of hand. It's now a love polygon and I want out
my life is turning into trapped in the closet at way too fast a speed for me to feel comfortable.
I'm fairly sure I accidentally saw my dad naked last night
So my step mom just informed me she tells stories about me at work as a form of birth control for the girls that work there, not sure if i should be offended or proud.
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