Every single day it's bad enough that I have to fucking listen to the people in the building next to me - with whom I share my bedroom wall - playing their damned techno music literally every single day, but on fucking weekends they start playing it whenever they fucking want. This morning it woke me out of a dead sleep at nine fucking am. A week or two ago, it was like eight fucking am. From here, all I get is the thudding base line.
thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud
Pounded on the wall so hard the last time that I put an actual dent in it. Today, they're not turning it down. Like it matters at this point, I'm fucking awake.
I hate every single fucking thing about my fucking peice of shit apartment. I hate it here every single moment of my life and I can't fucking take this bullshit anymore.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 3/13/2004 09:24:32 AM ~
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