Is someone trying to hurt me?

This is a joke, right? 

So I go to sit down at my favorite table, at my favorite coffee shop, and it's fucking raining, and I'm really pissed off cause my compy is getting all drizzled on... and I see this fucking shit carved/ written on the table : " There is no justice, only pants." 

That is my worst nightmare. No electro, only pants? WHAT THE FUCK?! 

IS SOME1 TRYNNA HURT ME? 

IT'S NOT WORKIN

U CANT GET TO ME LIKE THIS

I KNOW YR LYING

THIS ISN'T REAL

THIS ISN'T REAL 

THIS ISN'T REAL

OMG I'M HYPERVENTILATING. I'm having an existential crisis.

In a world with no electro, and only pants, how can someone like me exist?

Does nothing mean anything anymore? 

RIP JUSTICE

RIP STEPHEN

RIP TIGHTS-AS-PANTS

(LOL RIPPED PANTS R KEWL THOUGH CAUSE KANYE SAID SO) 

RIP RIP RIP RIP

Does this mean I can only listen to like the animal collectors? or like the fleeted fox? like, honestly, I don't know what I am going to do. Is this the apocalypse? Is this the end of the electro and tights-as-pants? 

I'm filled with an angst I have never experienced before. and it's fucking raining on my lappy. 

You guys, I think someone's trying to hurt me. I'm serious. Look at how fucking upset I am. 

FML 

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