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Tuesday, September 4, 2018
You stomp around and up and down the stairs at 5am. Your friends blast their car stereos at the same time. You get mad when I turn up my music, though?
Fuck you. Stop picking on me and framing yourself as victims, you miserable pieces of shit.
You antagonize the hell out of me, yet I am absolutely sure you don't want a fight. But, I do know your friends want my apartment, as they have said as much to me.
Well fuck you. I grew up being bullied. As an adult, I have been in armed stand offs, so a bunch of fucking hippies isn't about to scare me off from the one place I can afford and thay provides me with the shelter I desire—other than the disrespectful little shits up stairs.
—Leave me the hell alone
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