Bruh like… y’all ever just sit there and realize how weird everything is?? Like why do we even do half the sh*t we do. Who said we gotta wake up, brush our teeth, go outside, talk to people?? What if I just wanna sit in a corner and hum like a refrigerator. Who gon’ stop me?? N*body. That’s the thing. Y’all be so worried about what makes sense but NOTHING makes sense. Like why peanut b*tter slap so hard but if you eat a spoonful too fast you gotta rethink your life for a second. Anyway, I’m finna go stare at a wall for a bit.