It’s not called cheating its called I need to pass this fuckin class
*watches infomercial for 17 minutes before realizing its not a regular commercial*
all i really want is a cute bad boy who’s kind of an asshole but is really sweet to me and calls me babe and lets me wear his leather jacket and runs his hands through my hair and make out with me while leaning against his cool car and he gets in fights and his face is bleeding and i help him clean up and then we make out more and in public he puts his hand in my back pocket. i could go on for days
If you ever think I’m a good role model, just know this: I took a poison ivy plant and rubbed it all over this girl’s car that I hated in high school. Horrifically that same day, she was carpooling 3 other girls that I didn’t like to the mall. The next day they came in covered in rashes and had to give the pe teacher a note because it had spread in unsavory places.
And so did 3 of the football players.
You are the best role model what are you talking about
i get caught off guard when people acknowledge my presence because im so irrelevant i sometimes forget i even exist