I like to think that all of my ex-boyfriends are secretly superheroes and they had to leave me in order to protect me.
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.
What a cliche sad day. I hate girls that get all upset and want to bathe in their own filth, eat crappy food and cry about absolutely nothing. But today, I am pathetic. I’m so ready to throw a pity party.
real friends talk about porn videos together
