If I don’t get straight A’s this quarter I’ll cry and buy myself clothes.
If I end up with a stupid variations of B’s like in previous quarters I just don’t even
I hate being paranoid about cancer but I’m getting this lump
checked out tomorrow.
Mr.Arias gave me $50 after Dr.Arias paid for my, my brother’s and boyfriend’s dinner.
Bless high school teachers that know how much it sucks to be poor during your college years.
I want to go to the living room and tell that girl to shut the fuck up, but at the same time I want to ask her if she’s aware that her crying is all irregular.
Not to mention the other people carry on with regular conversation while she randomly cries.
Pinches güeros raros.