
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: this is fucking sleazy. well i get sick of thinking of bringin friends in for the poptart event because they fucking never make it for me. look, iam done for. i've had enough of sorries or, maybe nxt time shit. i am sober now. yeah. pretty much sober. i haf to be like hey you wanna fucking go out? hey you wanna fucking chill out? ah fuck off. iam fine fine fine.
i had fun tt nite. never felt so naughty at nite. but you haf to do tis all the time. |