Don’t cry because it’s over. Cry because you were too drunk to remember it. TSM.

Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. TSM.

Knowing you’re over him when you stop checking to see if he watched your Snapchat story. TSM.

Feeling like high school you would be terrified of the new and improved college you. TSM.

Unfollowing him on social media, then forcing your sisters to let you stalk him from your account. TSM.

Knowing which drink is yours by the lipstick stain. TSM.

How can you find yourself before you’ve lost yourself? TSM.

Beating the guys at their own game — whether it’s beer pong or matters of the heart — every single time. TSM.

Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.