Anxiety and Depression cont'd

I feel like getting sick. I've been in a shitty mood all day and coming home to this place doesn't make it any better. The guy next store was singing at the top of his lungs today... there's fuck all I can do about it, and it's obvious that he's making his mark by making my life miserable. I can't believe that, after all I've gone through in my life, that I had to have this type of challenge put in front of me. How do I win? I can't. There is no way to win with people like that and I'm stuck here holding a bag of shit while he gets away with murder. If I had have the balls I'd **** *** ******* *****. I'm not stupid enough to put that in print.