Mickey D don't give a fuck if you don't want pickles. He don't compromise on pickles. Mickey's pickles are like my freedom. I don't compromise on it either. If I don't like someone, or i'm just bored with 'em, or they smell like trouble, I just fuck 'em off. Fuck off. Gone. Gonski. i don't know why these spaces are coming out so odd. I don't care either. It's a Mickey D pickle. Don't give a fuck if you don't like it.
What 'm i gnna say to His Coolness? I want to end it. I want my fucking freedom.
Every relationship I''ve ever had, i end up the junior partner. He takes my mobile n car keys with him when he goes out. I've become a domestic neuter. I'm starting to panic. I feel like i've been buried alive. I want autonomy over my space, time and body.
What 'm i gnna say to him? "I don't give a fuck. You eat that shit with pickles."
