[Morningstar Rising]: 113.Five Words August

     Frustration is what I feel everytime I lay my head down on my pillow to sleep, when midnight comes around I lay there tossing and turning. Like clock work, the music from the people who live above me, pours into my bedroom and does not let me drift off to the land of slumber I so need. It's like they know when I lay down to sleep, cause thats the only time they play their music. I have to be up at the crack of dawn, but without enough sleep, I know I am going to have a fucken shitty day. As much as I like music, at midnight all I want to do is sleep. I am so tired of banging on the ceiling and knocking on their door, which of course they never answer. I am tired of calling the police on them cause it does no good, seconds before the cops pull up the music fades away. Which makes me look like a fucken freak complaining about nothing. It's gotten to the point where I have been warned that, if I make another false complaint I am going to be arrested. Don't that fucken beat all, I'm the one that can't sleep and yet I'm the one that looks like a loon. Well I have had it, next time they turn their fucken music on, I am going to kill them. I can read the head lines now, 'Crazy woman kills neighbors at midnight, because they played their music to loud. Her defense will be frustration and lack of sleep drove her to it.' Shit I really need to get some sleep.



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