If you delete the text, it's like you never sent it
This morning I made a moldy smoothie and now I’m eating a can of chickpeas. Emma wrote an epic and heartbreaking letter to her ex this weekend. No one told me there were two rounds to breakups.
On Saturday night, a girl introduced herself to me outside Whiskey Tavern saying she ‘knows my twitter,’ asked if I used to date someone named ****, and then proc…