My sister has gone on a trip so I thought that I'd have a break from the constant blast of music. I don't mind loud music but when it's music I don't like and when the fucking walls and floors are vibrating there's a big fucking problem. I'm trying to get my work done, and this piece of shit is giving me a fucking head ache. I can't blast the music I like, so he shouldn't be able to blast his music. FUCK HIM. If he doesn't turn down the music enough to the poit where I can hear my own music (on my headphones) then I'm turning off the entire fucking house and leaving. I'm trying to do work (which is something I hardly ever do at home because I'm always distracted by his dumb ass.
:meditating: Let me calm down before I'll kill some poor inanimate object.






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