fuming.

i live in the loudest busiest little room in the world. forever. i just want less loud music and screaming losers outside. and less loud people and screaming losers inside. of this room.

or maybe i need to get out of this room..

i just feel so vulnerable - people know where i live. and they use that to their advantage. 43 f*cking times a day.

leave leave leave leave leave me alone. please.


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