Grenunja

You don’t need to know anything about me. You don’t want to know anything about me. You don’t have to know anything about me. And, I’m not 22. I’m younger. Way younger. But that doesn’t matter. Why did I choose 22, other than 21? The world may never know. Why am I saying this? I don’t know. Why is Life? Why is I? Why is you? Why are you reading this? Don’t question me. I’m gonna end this. Goodbye, Kongre-people. If you ever wanna know my real age, private message me. I don’t mind telling the world. But why tell when nobody wants to know?

… THAT SOUNDED VERY EMO..