So whatever we had is definitely completely over.
And I don’t think we’ll be friends either. God damn.
The tiny joints in my fingers.
My entire body.
My legs are going numb again.
All I know is I feel like I am dying.
A fight, a shout.
Don’t follow my horoscope on working out.
Two encounters, not complaining.
Aloof, horoscopic hints.
Hallucination and one since.
I laughed right in your face, and I’ll do it again.
Once this BHave movie is over, and you’re mine to win.
Weed, beer, weed, food.
Frenchie starts looking good.
I’m really sick of how everytime you seem to be near me when I’m NOT on Greek Row you feel the need to smile/smirk/laugh.
Gossip with girls my age.
Yes, I hooked up multiple times with your best friend.
Y u so jelly?
Stop sippin’ the Haterade.
And don’t waddle around when I’m gettin’ busy.
I’m just really fucking pissed off at shit right now.
At everyone for being in a good mood.
At the rain for raining.
At Audrey for blowing me off on Friday plans.
At the rain for forcing me to change my outfit.
At Emily for taking an hour to get ready.
At my phone for not having internet.
At my shitty timing.
Splurging on once I get my credit card.
Am I frat yet?
Things keep looking up.
Unexpected girlfriend resulted in emergency smokeout and Father Ryan sitting at my dinner table.
Breakfast was even better than dinner.
Things are looking up.
Dinner was interesting tonight.