Mitch is for Lovers

my lowest valentine’s day was at a strip club. And even though one of the strippers gave me a free lap dance and her number, it was hella depressing and she was mega gacked out and was prob just looking for drugs. I had a hole in the pant leg of my jeans and she was not afraid to use it as an access point for her hand. Meanwhile, my other friend was so drunk he fell asleep and got kicked out. It used to be kind of funny to reminisce about, in an awkward way, like the time you found that VHS of your uncle having sex while wearing a unicorn costume. But now when I think about all those asshole couples cuddling and watching some bullshit movie together I feel sorta jealous. Moral of the story: I don’t know. I haven’t figured it out yet.

(Source: leahmwoods)