Is being tragically pathetic sexy?

Cassandra is one of my best friends and also, possibly one of the 'worst'. I mean that in the most loving way. By 'worst' I mean that we always do stupid shit when were together, like branding each other with a hot fork, or getting lifts from prostitutes (who were actually really nice). She wanted me to do a dedication post and because she's angry at me, I decided I would #grovelling.

According to other people, we 'drag each other down', and we know it, we admit it. Who cares? We have fun together, like, sometimes you just need a friend who agrees with you that meeting each other at McDonalds at 3am is a super good idea, and having sex with your first proper boyfriend after two weeks maybe isn't.

She was there when I lost my virginity #yaybrokenhymen, like, she wasn't in the room exactly but she almost walked in which I think was a nice bonding experience. She trekked out to The Grave with me when I wanted to visit my drug dealer (boyfriend), we spent an entire night out in St. Kilda sharing a cardigan between us, we were each others dates to formal because we're outspoken feminists #noboyswantedtogowithus. 

Our favourite past times are wallowing in our own self pity and completely submerge ourselves in self loathing. Who said pity parties aren't the best kind of party? Is being tragically pathetic sexy? We think so. We practice being aloof in order to lure boys to our sex caves. Her version of aloof kind of makes her look like a massive bitch though. 

Shes like, majorly obsessed with the 80's and all things that people forget about. Like, remember the two Cory's? Obsessed. Hanson? Obsessed. The Lost Boys? Majorly obsessed. Trashy B-grade movies? We both love them and no one can get why. I don't get it. Was Wild Things not a defining film of modern cinema? We think so.

Anyway. Get used to Cassie cause most of the stupid f*cking stories on here will feature her. Yay.

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She also accidentally wet her pants while sitting on a dude. Lolz.