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I am trying to let this go. It is very very difficult. My neighbors have been throwing their trash and dog shit (yes, DOG CRAP) over the fence into our backyard. They don't speak English and I have not been able to muster up enough Spanish to say anything to them. I have just been picking it up, and trying to let it go. Well... that was before the dog shit. One time I threw it back over the fence. But that was gross and just took too much effort. Now...I don't know what to do. I am just so fucking pissed right now. Quinn plays back there. I garden back there, I hang my laundry, I try and do my yoga and relax while Q. is in his kiddie pool. I step in dog shit... It's all over, again, right next to where I was hanging my laundry. I don't understand. I don't know why they are throwing it over the fence. Today it was wrapped up in wads of toilet paper.
So I called my landlord. I was just losing it. I bitched and vented...not just about the neighbors, but the washing machine that doesn't work, the dryer that barely works, the constant ant infestation, the broken windows, the rotten/moldy bathroom walls.
I love my apartment most of the time. Today I fucking hate it and I am just very very angry. I feel like i should be a "bigger person" and not get mad about this kind of stuff. I just don't care anymore. Sometimes I feel like I am fighting everyone and everything all the time in my head, and I just get tired of it. Like I'm always trying to hold it all to together, for me and Quinn. I wish I could get insanely drunk and chain smoke and eat ice cream and sit on a beach somewhere and....cry and scream. Instead I have to wash the dog shit off my shoe, my only good shoes. And clean the house! I"M SICK OF CLEANING THE HOUSE.
Phew. Thanks for letting me vent livejournal friends.
So I called my landlord. I was just losing it. I bitched and vented...not just about the neighbors, but the washing machine that doesn't work, the dryer that barely works, the constant ant infestation, the broken windows, the rotten/moldy bathroom walls.
I love my apartment most of the time. Today I fucking hate it and I am just very very angry. I feel like i should be a "bigger person" and not get mad about this kind of stuff. I just don't care anymore. Sometimes I feel like I am fighting everyone and everything all the time in my head, and I just get tired of it. Like I'm always trying to hold it all to together, for me and Quinn. I wish I could get insanely drunk and chain smoke and eat ice cream and sit on a beach somewhere and....cry and scream. Instead I have to wash the dog shit off my shoe, my only good shoes. And clean the house! I"M SICK OF CLEANING THE HOUSE.
Phew. Thanks for letting me vent livejournal friends.