February 2012
3 posts
My landlord is incompetent.
Truly incompetent.
It is your job to fix things like a backed-up sink. Especially when our sink backs up a mere week after we move into the apartment (clearly indicating an underlying problem). A simple sink clog, that’s all.
Only you didn’t want to fix it. You blamed us, saying we don’t know how to use a garbage disposal. What? Are you serious?
Five months later, the problem...
Seriously.
I have never been happier. Seriously.
A couple days ago, I had some random dream that was dominated with friends from high school. I woke up and it made me think all day about high school and what a struggle it was for me. The farther I get away from it, the more clearly I can see the depth of the depression I struggled with. I’m fairly certain that I cried every day. I wasn’t bullied...