itsmeagain
Specialist
- Jan 28, 2020
- 334
I've been dealing with it for the past couple nights. At first, I was like... whatever. They're a floor above me, they deserve to have happiness and pleasure. And it kills me. It kills me how all the pleasure and care and genuine love I had or "thought" i had was a lie. I'm already laying down in my bed pondering what the fuck I'm going to do if alcohol doesn't work this weekend, and I get to hear people moaning in genuine pleasure. Tonight was so intense, I went out to just knock on the door loudly to let them know to keep it down (leave before anyone answered obviously so they got the hint), and learned that the moaning was coming from fucking next door.
It's not what I need. How do people deal with everyone around them being fulfilled and carrying out normal human functions like this. I don't understand. I don't know how to deal. Everything is getting heavier by the day.
It's not what I need. How do people deal with everyone around them being fulfilled and carrying out normal human functions like this. I don't understand. I don't know how to deal. Everything is getting heavier by the day.