Gahhhhhhh I’m going fishing with the cutest guy I have probably ever met and I’m extremely nervous because he’s picking me up and he’s sooo perfect and I’m just Kassandra omgg I’m gonna die I’m gonna die so bad I’m scared and oh god
The one time I actually wake up in a good mood, my wicked step-mother ruins it.
This is an everyday basis. So I should be used to it, right?
Who invented the blow job?
Like, who wakes up one day and thinks “today, I will suck a dick”
I don’t understand how I could have an awesome day at work then come home to shitty ass parents.
I NEED TO MOVE OUT