Fear and Self-Loathing in Lewisville
I'm really starting to scare myself. Some of the things that tapdance through my mind are just ugly. Thank goodness the dumbasses next door have decided to stay in tonight, because more than a couple of those thoughts have been homocidal in nature, especially after the lead asshat came out about 6AM on Wednesday morning. They'd been doing something loud and obnoxious all night. I was outside smoking a cigarette when he comes out, belches and asks if I ever sleep. I mention I have a problem with sleeping at night because there seems to be quite a bit of noise that keeps me awake.
His solution? "Maybe you should learn to sleep during the day."
I hate being awake so much because it gives me way too much time to think. The one thought that keeps coming back is that if I'd managed to keep the chains around the cages my inner demons had been in, would things have been different? Would things have been so rushed or would more planning have gone into them? Would I have been able to find and hold a job? Would I have felt so threatened? Would I feel like I deserve to be punished? Would I hate myself because I put him through Hell? Can he ever forgive me for that?
