Looking toward the curtains, you uncover something beautiful. It is something you must have in your possession. Something you must hold in your hands and never let go. But as you hold it, you uncover the cracks, finding the imperfections that fill you with distain. How can you feel such love for something that isn't as perfect as you once saw?
A word of advice, never buy into apartment complexes. They may promise you peace of mind and protection from the outside. In reality it causes you far more stress than you bargained for. You fork out a bunch of money for rent and electric, only to get half broken things and easy infestations for months.
The worst part about the apartments is that there are others far more obnoxious living all around you. Their selfishness has reached heights that make you question how nobody has knocked any sense into them.
It's the kind of thing that makes me question and lose faith in humanity. They are my reminder that things will only get worse before they get better.
All day and just about all night, I hear footsteps above me, creaking with every step. Next to me, I hear phone calls and arguments taking place that make me wish I was hard of hearing.
At this point right now, it was nearly midnight and I craved sleep. It was almost midnight and I needed to get up early for work tomorrow, I needed all the sleep I could get.
I turned off my lights and rested peacefully in bed. That was until the neighbor across from me turned their bedroom lights on, flooding my bedroom with light. I tried tossing and turning but there was nothing I could do to try blocking out the light from my eyes.
I threw on a jacket and a pair of shoes before making my way across the hall and knocking on the door straight across from my apartment. After pounding on their door for a while, I finally got my answer. The man looked disappointed to see me. I explained my situation but refused to do anything about it.
I left and headed back to my apartment. I crawled back in bed and hid under my covers, as to block out the light. It almost seemed a little brighter before I left to talk to him, but who could know for sure.
As I lay in bed, the warmth covering me felt nice, almost intimate. It allowed me to drift to sleep easily.
I was awakened by a hand quickly pulling away my blanket. I squinted, letting my eyes adjust to my surroundings. There's no way it's morning, it feels to early. I checked the clock beside me and it was barely after 3 A.M.
I looked around, hoping I could find whoever was responsible for removing my blanket. What I saw could only be described as a thing from your darkest nightmares. And the fact it was in a well-lit room, it only made the sight of it all the more worse.
A word of advice, never buy into apartment complexes. They may promise you peace of mind and protection from the outside. In reality it causes you far more stress than you bargained for. You fork out a bunch of money for rent and electric, only to get half broken things and easy infestations for months.
The worst part about the apartments is that there are others far more obnoxious living all around you. Their selfishness has reached heights that make you question how nobody has knocked any sense into them.
It's the kind of thing that makes me question and lose faith in humanity. They are my reminder that things will only get worse before they get better.
All day and just about all night, I hear footsteps above me, creaking with every step. Next to me, I hear phone calls and arguments taking place that make me wish I was hard of hearing.
At this point right now, it was nearly midnight and I craved sleep. It was almost midnight and I needed to get up early for work tomorrow, I needed all the sleep I could get.
I turned off my lights and rested peacefully in bed. That was until the neighbor across from me turned their bedroom lights on, flooding my bedroom with light. I tried tossing and turning but there was nothing I could do to try blocking out the light from my eyes.
I threw on a jacket and a pair of shoes before making my way across the hall and knocking on the door straight across from my apartment. After pounding on their door for a while, I finally got my answer. The man looked disappointed to see me. I explained my situation but refused to do anything about it.
I left and headed back to my apartment. I crawled back in bed and hid under my covers, as to block out the light. It almost seemed a little brighter before I left to talk to him, but who could know for sure.
As I lay in bed, the warmth covering me felt nice, almost intimate. It allowed me to drift to sleep easily.
I was awakened by a hand quickly pulling away my blanket. I squinted, letting my eyes adjust to my surroundings. There's no way it's morning, it feels to early. I checked the clock beside me and it was barely after 3 A.M.
I looked around, hoping I could find whoever was responsible for removing my blanket. What I saw could only be described as a thing from your darkest nightmares. And the fact it was in a well-lit room, it only made the sight of it all the more worse.
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