I have the f everything feeling right now. I was woke up again by those son of a bitches who live above us the thumping the creaking. These fuckers aren't wanting to quit and family thinks I can just sweep it under the rug when it feels 99.9 percent intentional. They had that fucking baby up there this weekend. The one day they did it was really quiet and the ceiling barely creaked other than elsewhere. But last night this morning it's like a herd of hippos thumping trying to be swallowed up into the ceiling. Point being THEY DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS SHIT AND I FEEL LIKE 💥. Family gaslight me over it. Say it's my fault I can't have any joy here by the misery I'm being caused by them. If something doesn't change I'm afraid of what may happen. Anybody can only take so much of something. You can't talk to them because they've already cussed at me and I said 0 words to them. My family don't have a fucking clue what I deal with on top of all this. I'm not crazy I'm fed up of the bullshit.