Unfiltered

January 5, 2015

Today I look like a bag of smashed assholes.

Go to the library?

SHITTY SWEATPANTS!

Next to the grocery store?

NO MAKEUP!

Smile at the cute bag boy anyways.

He doesn’t smile back.

Well, fuck it. Who gives a shit?

I like me.

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