If I never hear your name again, it's all the same to me.

I hate the people that live on my floor.

I just came out of the bathroom, to have a guy tell my roommate, "can you close the door? I can hear her screaming."

What. The. Fuck.


Of course, y'know, he's allowed to be a douchebag, and all, but, I can't go outside and play with chalk on the front porch.

Nope.


And no one will do jack shit about my creepy stalker.

That's just too much to ask of anyone.