Apologizing for being difficult but never meaning it. TSM.

Singing very aggressively to Blank Space for someone who has a nonexistent list of ex-lovers. TSM.

Feeling no guilt using your sorority’s Netflix account while you’re home because, like, seven cents of your dues pays for it every month. TSM.

I’m not afraid of standards. Standards is afraid of me. TSM.

It wasn’t my fault. There was an open bar. TSM.