wow guys look at how 'mature' I was when I was young: (this was me like at 10ish) Dear whoever-in-the world-that-is-reading-this, I am bored. I mean the emotion, not my name. My name is something-private-to-me and that means you don’t really need to know. All you need to know is that I am bored. YES I DO MEAN THE EMOTION, KID, DON’T TRY IT ON ME. So I hope that once you have finished reading this letter or thing you will also feel bored. Because who in this entire universe doesn’t feel bored? Not anyone that I know. Do not let you dog eat this paper because it is very important to feel bored. Ah, yes, and don’t let your cat or whatever other animal at your house: chicken, bird, cat, fish, cockroach, lizard, snake, dog, porcupine, crab, snail, axoloto, human, bird, bird, or horse eat it. And yes, I do not recommend eating it because this is paper. Yes, it is digestable but it won’t benefit you very much except for the fact that now Super-Scary-Nobody-Man will be angry at you. I do not know who this person, Super-Scary-Nobody-Man is but I do not recommend eating this paper, as I’ve told you only half a dozen times. So let me say it again- DO NOT LET ANYONE OR ANYTHING EAT THIS PAPER. Not even a machine. So yes, have fun being bored even though it is literally impossible to have fun being bored because the definition of being bored is being bored, which means that you are not having fun and being boring. I hope that answers all of your questions even though children these days never ever ask any questions anyways because they are all too busy being preppy and sigma. Now I, in which you will not refer to me in anyway as I, or something-private-to-me, or no-name, or Bored, or nameless, or any other name, will hope that you are bored now, after reading this 613 worded paragraph in which I probably should’ve split into different paragraphs but was too bored to. Also, just so you know before you fall asleep because of your boredom like I am about to, this has 2689 characters excluding spaces and 3302 characters with spaces, thanks to Google Docs’ wonderful word count. That is all I needed to say, in fact, I think that was way more than I needed to say but we’ll just pretend that I didn’t say more than I needed to say or else, uhm, I don’t even know. Anyways, remember don’t let anyone or anything eat this paper because otherwise Super-Scary-Nobody-Man will come and get you because of reasons unknown to him and humankind, which is pretty funny since what if a chipmunk knew? But then it would be very funny if the chipmunk knew because humankind has a much better system of braincells or whatever its called than a chipmunk. It’s the thing that makes you able to read this wonderful letter of boredom made by someone who was bored and read by someone who was not bored and is now bored and it also makes me, the writer of this thing that made somebody who was not bored bored because I was bored able to write this letter while I was bored. IQ or EQ or something with the number Q in it. Now, as I said, don’t forget about that nice wonderful sleep after this as I am going to do. Don’t forget to look out the window to make sure none of your pets are spying on you in hopes to get this paper and eat it because of it’s wonderful tastiness in which I cannot taste. Good night… or good nap, whatever you and your fellow enemies and families call it.
