#Fucktard drag-racing drug-dealing gangbanger dickwads were at it again last night with the yelling and the shit music.

[averbaldumpingground]

She leaves her lipstick smeared on your white sheets, an accusation in the morning after.

But you can’t let her stay, not longer than the stutter in her breathing. Not longer than the scratches down your arm she’s made.

She knows that you can’t give her more than this, the stubbed out cigarette, the sunlight slanting too bright through the blinds, the promise that you break to call her later. This in itself feels like too much, the ceiling shadowed when you watch her sleeping.

Maybe she won’t come back, and how she slammed the door still echoes when you finally pour your coffee. You’re not sure that you care. It’s better for her sake if she stays gone.

#August 31 2020 #This makes 20 whole months of this garbage. #I have not missed a day. #Even if I do want to ragequit most of the time. #This is crap because I don't feel like writing. #It's been a weird month. #Feelings. BAH. #The constant sleep deprivation isn't helping at all. #Fucktard drag-racing drug-dealing gangbanger dickwads were at it again last night with the yelling and the shit music. #And have just started up again. #(And no I am unfortunately not exaggerating how fucking awful these douchecanoes are.) #(I'm not entirely sure the drag-racing assholes are part of the usual collection of miscreants.) #(And they're really the least annoying of the bunch.) #(Except when they park across the street with the usual parliament of asshats and rev their fucking engines.) #(Is parliament the appropriate plural? They're all apparently fucking nocturnal.) #(But yes the drag-racing wankers I can usually sleep through. Last night was awful though.) #(And the drug front ice cream truck was out last night.) #(Again I wish I was exaggerating.) #(But I fail to see any other reason why an ice cream truck is driving around my awful neighborhood with its music on around midnight.) #(And of course my dear friends across the street were playing misogynistic rap and yelling at each other again.) #(I just really want some fucking sleep. PLEASE.) #This piece of crap is brought to you by Ensign Broderick's 'The Loving Kind.' Good song. Not enough to drown the bass out.