Am I Old Enough for That?

Everything happens for a reason.
Everyone comes in for a reason.
Chair happens to exist to help your butts rest and get fluffier.
Teacher comes to destupidify you.



Everything happens for a reason.
Everyone comes in for a reason.
Fan happens to exist to bring in the virtual beachy breeze, and to let you embrace the moment of being a temporary shampoo model.
Neighbour comes to de-forever alone you.







WTH (What The Heaven) that I'm writing now?



Hopefully it comes with a reason.
A good one.
A concrete one.
Or at the very least, a one.



WTH!


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