Id rather not have been woken up by arguing and clanging plates. But I was. The situation fam has created is so effed up. Basically also the fact none of us can sleep as long as they're drunk unless they're passed out of course. If it's not them it's my upstairs neighbors stomping thumping various hours.It's like I can hardly get a break. Am I in the twilight zone or something? Its frustrating what I get put through. Some stuff is preventable. Like how my fam becomes and acts. I don't like the person they become. They're aggressive and trash us and won't even remember. Or it's just nonsense. My other fam can easily go back to sleep. Me not so much. I go through so much crap. Why do people especially family have to be so callous. I envy joyful families because there's not much in ours. Feels that way anyway.