bcarnum

One of my personal, favorite qualities of my drunk ass: I tend to YELL the honest motherfucking truth, even if I know you don’t like it. Things like “hey ass hole, I texted you 3 times asking if you’re coming to this party and you ignored me, but when you saw me you acted like the coolest fucking cat in the room, like we’re best friends, like I got your back or something…

—Well you annoy the shit out of me… JACQUE. Keep your little girlfriend away from my drunk ass or I’ll give her a real good idea of what she’s in for. Because after seeing you last night, I’m glad I don’t call dicks like you my friend.

I will not stop saying I love you until you tell me to stop

—Because I know, as much as you don’t say it back, the second I think you don’t actually love me, I break your heart. And I’m tired of broken hearts.
I’m tired of being tired.

I HATE FEELING LIKE THIS

—Pms go awayyyyy!!!! GOD. I could rip something to shreds. Blehhhhh!