how does he do that?
dad just told me my 3.0 is unacceptable and i obviously didn’t try this semester.
jane and i were fighting in the car like 11-year olds so when she tried to wipe her spit on my face we wrestled and i shouted “you’re 22 and you still live at home get off me!” and i felt proud like the scene should be in a sitcom.
i just want to get iced coffee in the frick and smoke outside and then hang out there with my ladies all day and occasionally write a sentence of an essay.
and then later that night do ecstasy and hang out at dunkin’ donuts.
thanks, me too :>
just slept for a 11 hours. i think for the first time in my entire life.
everyone annoys the shit out of me but then i remember i just dont care.
why does he even exist?
oh my god too sleepy and disinterested to do anything, even blog.
ugh get over it