Holy Hell...

The people upstairs are having sex again. I REALLY FUCKING WANT TO GO BANG ON THE DOOR OR THE CEILING AND TELL THEM TO KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN. I swear, they can't do anything quietly. And now I'm very angry. And I just banged on the ceiling. The creaking and pounding has stopped. I'm tired of trying my hardest not to be rude. I don't even fucking care anymore.
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Today has been a whirlwind of thoughts. Introspection is a wonderful thing.
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I hate people. Honestly, I hate people more as the days go by.
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Tell me you love me.
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Hello, welcome to my brain, my name is Danielle Martin and I will be guiding you today. Our first stop is the paranoid room. Though small in size, it's power is quite grand.
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I know why I do it. In a way, I've always known. The knife, the black, the leather. It morphs from year to year. Defense. I'm gearing up for the battle that I'm to lose, just to thrust myself upon my sword. I can see it. In years. It'll be here. I will fight to the end.
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You can feel its power flow right through you. It's the most you've felt in such a long time. So long you can't remember.
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Want to win? You can't. You're just a loser. It's going to be done soon. It's coming. Can you feel it?
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The autumn air leaves me feeling empty.