I need a hug…e bottle of wine. TSM.

“I still think I am the greatest.” -Kanye West, and me, leaving my standards meeting. TSM.

Checking to see if you’re still his top best friend on Snapchat, but making sure he’s never yours. TSM.

Turning up your music so your parents don’t hear your sister’s hungover pre-church puke. TSM.

Using every break to maintain your rep as the pong champ at hometown parties. TSM.

My grades never bothered me anyway. TSM.

Every once in a while someone amazing comes along, and here I am. TSM.

Crying over spilled glitter. TSM.

Facebook doesn’t make it official. His credit card in your wallet does. TSM.

God. Sweet tea. Plan B. TSM.

Getting three numbers in three minutes. TSM.

Is it even crafting without glitter? TSM.

Buddy the Elf getting drunk and saving Christmas. TSM.

Just because I don’t want him, doesn’t mean that she can have him. TSM.

“Snap me as many times as it takes to get him off of my best friends list.” TSM.

Imagine the power you’d have if you didn’t care. TSM.

Being genuinely disappointed when a boy’s text comes in green. TSM.

Sharing hookup stories over Sunday brunch. TSM.

“Omg, stop. It’s his loss.” TSM.

“We need to take a cute picture because I thought of a really good Insta caption.” TSM.