I hate my neighbors. The constant cacophony of stupidity that pours from their apartment is absolutely soul-crushing.
It doesn’t matter how politely I ask them to practice some common courtesy. They’re incapable of comprehending that their actions affect other people. They have a complete lack of consideration for anyone else and overly developed sense of entitlement.
They have no decency, no concern, no shame.
They do not care that I suffer from debilitating migraines and insomnia. They do not care that I have to go to work or that I want to kill them.
I know it’s not normal to want to kill.
But I also know that I am no longer normal.
I hate that baby.
I hate that baby’s fat, stupid face.