I really hate being angry. My day was just fine. Or it was. UntiI this. I had dozed back off for awhile this morning since rain was moving in. It was fairly peaceful. Next thing I know it sounds like someone above me is taking a chainsaw sawing my ceiling in half creaking my ceiling. It flew all over me because there was no need for anybody on this earth to be that loud above me. Why they did that I have no idea. It's the karen bitchs and her fam. If that's not bad enough ,fam is really irritable it's hard to talk to them and they want me to do this that and the other. It's like I can hardly have a good night let alone a good day anymore. Wtf is their problems anyway. Smh. They're some of the shittiest people I've ever encountered as so called neighbors. Tbh I think they escaped from a zoo somewhere. I pity the Karen's coworkers that have to put it with working with them. Hell , zoo animals have more sense and maturity than they do. Why is it so hard for people to act decent anymor