I don't know what it is about these apartments, but people are constantly fighting here. Every couple of weeks, either the couple living on one side of me or the people living on the other side of me get into some huge fight and I end up listening to their yelling and crying and banging on the walls, wondering if I should call the cops.
Apparently the people next door to Elissa do the same thing.
And I am not much happier.
There's this black cat that has been meowing constantly for the past three nights.

I'm sick of going to school and work. I want to get out of here. Either that or I want to rot in my room, with no work to worry about, so I can sleep my way out of this.

Good people are hard to find, and I am disappointed in the world...but maybe just for today.

"Every day above ground is a good good day
If I'm not six feet down then I'm well on my way"
-The Impossibles