When Your Pizza Rolls Are Done (The Book of All Things Dank and Random)

Needs help

I honestly need mental help.

The other night I caught myself talking to absolutely no one but yet I was actually having a conversation with them.

Like I just swore that I was talking to this guy who told me his name was Kenneth. Next thing I know, I finally come back to reality and realize how fucking weird it would be if someone saw me just talking to the air