“I remember not remembering that.” TSM.

Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

Dressing up as “shit show” Barbie for a social. TSM.

Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.

I just want him to text me so I can ignore him. TSM.

Actually, yeah, I do agree. I think I’m really pretty. TSM.