so done with everyone

and all their fucking bullshit

i can’t believe i let myself like you

i really should stop…

1)drinking smirnoff vodka

2blacking out.

3)making out with hot guys i just met

but will i really quit doing these things anytime soon?

nope.

however, today’s incurable hangover from hell has been sufficient punishment for last night’s activities… so needless to say, mary jane will be my only friend for the next week or so.

someone take my wallet anyway from me when im stoned

cause i need to stop getting the munchies and buying fooddddd ahahaha

this morning after was almost better than the party

like don’t get me wrong, all those people coming over, her hiring a dj at the house, and everyone being drunk as fuck throwing down for my girl’s birthday was so much fun. but who wouldn’t love wake & bake the next morning with the other hungover kids, and then after most people left cuddling and kissing with a new cute boy high for a few hours. id say today’s was one of the best morning afters in a while.

so i was gonna study tonight for those 3 tests i have tomorrow…

but i got really stoned instead.

we couldn’t save each other forever

only together for a season. it was 10 months ago when it ended and you still tell me “one love” but i can’t hold on to you when i’m being pulled in a hundred different directions and i don’t even know how to feel anymore. they say people are in your life at a certain time for a reason, and i know that’s true. we were there for each other when we needed it, but that’s all over now. i guess i still miss it, but i don’t know how to tell you to let me go when sometimes i wonder if i’m the only thing keeping you alive. and i don’t want to stop writing because sometimes i think you’re the only person who really, truly loved me. but i just wanted to be able to see you without a glass window between us. i really hoped you’d get out.. and now you’re going to prison. four more years. i just can’t understand that person you became and i don’t know what’s left of who i knew. and of course i’ve changed too. i wish i could tell you all this but i don’t want to break your heart again. just know i’ll always care about you so much.

whenever i get drunk,

someone just needs to take my phone away from me.

so i went out with my future roomies last night

& basically we ended up too drunk to go to the parties. we pregamed for the pregame. took a bunch of shots at the dorm and then show up at my friend’s apartment already feeling good. start chugging vodka and chasing with juice. so before it’s even 12 i’m sending texts that make zero sense, my friend’s blacked out, and my other friend is MIA apparently with some guy. we got wayyy too shitfaced to even go to one party with everybody. so me and my blackout friend walk to cook out and get trays. all i remember then is trying to pay with my license. then i think somebody gives us a ride back to the dorm? i don’t even know. apparently we went inside the dorms, talked to the security guard, talked to everyone on the floor, called 3 guys. my friend that went MIA calls me. she somehow was still at the apartments? but couldn’t find her purse with her keys. so she wanted to crash at my dorm. apparently she walked the wrong direction, ended up on the highway, hid in the woods from cops, and then somehow stumbled her way all the way to my dorm. i don’t remember going to get her or anything, but this morning i wake up and see her asleep in my room mate’s bed. and then my friend who blacked out busts into my room at 8am just like “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?” and it feels like the hangover or some shit. we end up piecing the night together with our cookout receipts, a trash can next to my bed, the pictures we took, and finding the missing purse at my friend’s apartment. needless to say, i’m pretty sure next year us living together is gonna be pretty awesome.