12/22 V

Finally they turned down their awful music.
It just made me want to die even more.

Oh just kidding. They turned it on again.

And their child keeps on trying to get on my nerves.

Why is suicide so complicated? I wish I could jump from the roof of my house and die instantly. But probably it would just make disabled. I would hate that. What part of I want to die or be a dancer isn't clear?

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