I really, really hate my upstairs neighbors. I hate that I live in this crappy apartment building and that I can't afford to move until at least March or April. They are noisy to begin with, but they got a sound system for Christmas and aren't afraid to play it loud, even after midnight. My supers are useless and the landlord is even more useless, they don't do anything about anything that goes on in this building. The only thing the landlord cares about is that you pay the rent. I wish I could go upstairs and spray lighter fluid on their door and flick a match. I would never go to that extreme but it's a nice thought. also hate that my anger is interfering with my relationship with my baby girl. All she wants to do is play with me, all I want to do is pop a Lorazepam and have a smoke.
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