How could I hate you? I don’t even think about you. TSM.

Never being appointed as a sober sister because everyone knows better. TSM.

You can keep my dignity, and I’ll keep your t-shirt. TSM.

“Ugh. I jus need a sugar daddy.” TSM.

Telling someone you hate them, almost exclusively meaning you really like them. TSM.

Drinking your calories and your feelings in the same night. TSM.