In the Kingdom

The triumphs and travils of the little kingdom of Camelot

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mugger:
*walks up*
mugger:
GIMME EVERYTHING YOU GOT!
mugger:
*slowly walks away with $2.16 and a lifetime of anxiety & existential misunderstanding*

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I just don’t understand why this always happens. Why can I never meet a nice person who’s not an asshole and/or a liar?

Why does no one ever genuinely like me?

And y’know I want to be open about the irregularities I witnessed that night because I really do feel like there’s some big, weird piece of the puzzle that’s not coming through, but I don’t have the energy to explain. I just want to lie here forever wondering about why I’m such a piece of shit until I die or jump out the window when I’m just too goddamn over it to keep going.

Fuck my life.

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