June 2, 2015
Every betch experiences a bat shit crazy moment at least once a year. Maybe a little closer to ten if your drink of choice is tequila.
What matters is not how many angry texts you sent, how many SABs you said “you’re dead to me” to at the bar, or how hard you cried into your bestie’s arms in the back of the Uber. This shit happens. How you carry yourself after is what really you need to work on because sitting in your bed, horrified at your actions (the ones you can remember), and watching Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood video is NOT the way you fix your fuck up.