the titleless book.

Yes. You read it. That's the name of the book. Go Ahead. Roast me.
I won't take anything personal (that's a big ass lie if you haven't detected the sarcasm yet).
This book just comprises the most random stories you can fish out from the nooks and corners of my decaying, old, uninspired 16-year-old brain.
YES. I'm so uninspired, even the plots aren't mine.
My otherworldly thumbs clicked on the search bar and filled it in with tumblr.com even before my brain could comprehend what was happening. But . BUT! Something got me thinking - sheesh, why can't I start a book with the most absurd prompts from Tumblr and add in a bit of my utterly unclever insanity to it? Yes. I was that uninspired (again), I decided tormenting and ruining everyone's day with my itty bitty stories was productive.

But hey, you've come so far (stealing every Youtuber's subscription intro), don't be lazy. Lift that weird-ass thumb of yours and just press read so that you can contemplate why you pressed read.

Well, I guess I might not be tormenting a lotta people since this book might probably go undiscovered (that's for the best, believe me) but, read it at your own risk.

(Yes. This is an initiative by the CIA to tap into your minds and your mobile phones to expose your search history to your family.)