Posted by Anonymous on 2019/05/24 under Life I miss my flat, i miss escaping from the tragedy that is my life. The ramblef***ery of my mothers neighbourhood always bites like dracula and i feel sicker the longer i stay. I miss waking up and not caring about some f***ing neighbour in my face worrying why i aint got a job, partner, house or a f***ing car. They dont say anything but i can read their mind. Small minded c*** waffles who think they own the whole street, these pricks are only renting too. All of them with their f***ing kids and two or three cars who park in your space. Who walk out whenever you walk out just to be nosy and gloat. Offer help but never follow through, they were just being nosy. The big man of the street in his little tank top thinking he is a white snoop dog. All 120 lbs and 5 ft 6 of him. The weed seller who laughs like a hyena always snooping always paranoid. Always telling others its ok like he is watching like a hawk of everyones move. Old ladies afraid to go out because of these f***ing imbeciles. My problem is im not afraid of them and they know it, in fact id love to smash some of their faces in. I dont really care, i only care because others care in society and judge harshly in this costume party for idiots. They want to mix with rich people who are positive and going places, the comedians who make others laugh. They want to avoid all negativity all darkness they want to live in a f***ing bubble of perfection where live flows seemlessly. Where no illness death or depression or a simple bad day ever enter their perfect bubble of safety. They think death is bad and so wrong, when its simply a natural part of life, its how you see things.So im affected by societies social cues that i *DO NOT GIVE A C*** ABOUT* but im affected by it. So i have to pretend and try to CARE to fit into these absolute ludicrious rules.