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NotJustAHatStand

People say life is the thing, but I prefer reading*
 

Love Thy Neighbour

I was woken up at 1.30 this morning, by a loud banging noise and a woman shrieking continuously at the top of her voice for at least a full minute, in the street outside my house. I don't know who it was or what was going on, and neither do I care. The banging noise was either the reason she was shrieking, or the sound of her head being bounced off something to stop the screaming.

Whatever the cause, I was woken up suddenly by it and lay for ages afterwards, unable to sleep because of the squirt of adrenaline caused by being rudely awoken, thinking about burglars and murderers breaking into my mum's house and her having no-one to protect her.

It never fails to astound me just how selfish some people can be - whatever the problem was, it didn't have to disturb the entire street, but this harpie didn't seem to care who heard her. Maybe she had a good reason for screaming, but I'm definitely suffering from sympathy fatigue. I don't care whether her husband was battering her. I don't care whether she dropped a hammer on her toe. Or that she had fallen down the stairs, or found out that her budgie had died. JUST DO IT QUIETLY BITCH!

I CANNOT WAIT to move away from that godforsaken place.
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*Logan Pearsall Smith



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