They wouldn't just let me eat a McFlurry. They ordered a meal for me. And made fun of me when I didn't want to eat it. What a great family I have. So I ate it. They can fuck me up the ass.
When I was done they wouldn't buy me a McFlurry.
Do you know what I'm so sick of doing? I'm so sick of explaining myself to people. Why did you do this why don't you do this why did you use to wear that blah blah blah blah . . . . do I need to explain myself to all of you too? Why does anyone even care?
Everything looks better in black and white.