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The solution is obvious.
Give him poisoned cake.

^I don't want to waste cake on him. I'm going to enjoy the one he could have gotten for breakfast actually. Chocolate cake heated up in the microwave, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I might try and complaint to the board of the housing committee if he keeps doing it. But most likely I will just stop tiptoeing when I'm awake during night time (with other words sink to his level) and escalate the conflict

Omg that sounds bad when written down, but it's the ugly truth ladies and gents! It's all parts of my lovely personality.

Once I read in the local newspaper about a woman who showed a sofa in front of her neighbors door and set the thing on fire. Luckily another neighbor saw it and prevented a possible disaster. Aparently this woman had been in conflict with her neighbors for a while before this incident.

The arsonist was my age. For some reason this story stuck in my head.

I’ll tell thee a miracle:
I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow;
Th’ heaven o’er my head seems made of molten brass,
The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad.
I am acquainted with sad misery
As the tann’d galley-slave is with his oar;
Necessity makes me suffer constantly,
And custom makes it easy.

I've lost it again. It's not easy; it's always a cruel surprise.
Custom makes it just that - customary. I'm never ready for it, though.

Not really a rant. Far too dispirited.

My soul is sick.
Raleigh is dead.
R.I.P.

There's nothing worse than having to rely on someone who has proven completely unreliable and always has an excuse for not doing what he said he would do. It's worse to have to send a friend to run an errand based on the statements of the unreliable person. I consider it even odds that I'll end up apologizing for something over which I have zero control, and I absolutely hate that. It takes an awful lot for me to write someone off as perfidious, but I'm about at that point with this used car dealer. Yeah, a used car dealer. I feel like such a schmuck.

I stand corrected. Apparently, the used car dealer can sometimes tell the truth. Also, schlemiel seems more accurate than schmuck, technically.

You think you understand but you are so far from understanding I feel physically sick.
I gave myself away.
I no longer exist.
I can't be me because you see me as that.
Raleigh is dead.
I committed suicide.
I can't be resurrected.

I got good news today. Why do I feel like crap?

Wish we had got in the car before May announced a reshuffle.
Now I will have to listen to my dad ranting, albeit quite rightly, all the way to my exam.
And back.
Could have at least got there in blissful ignorance.
Pro timing Theresa, you c**t.

The air condition is still running.

I think he wants a piece of Froya

He will get it tomorrow.

My one friend hasn't responded to any of my messages, and she's been on all day.

Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I wonder if she's ignoring me.

...That wouldn't be the first time this has happened.

This is why I'm scared of making friends, because I'm not sure of whether they actually care or not.

So far I've only met about five who did, and about eight people I can trust.

People are scary.
It scares me to go out anywhere,
it scares me to do anything,
it scares me to talk to people.

I haven't been able to talk in years.