I've kept the ear plugs in all day. They make me feel even more isolated but I just can't deal with the stamping and wall thumping/pounding.

But the thought that I'll have to take out the ear plugs at some point was such a horrible thought I began feeling very sick again. When I say sick, I mean nauseated and so traumatized I fear I'm going to go fully catatonic. And I have to keep my courage up because I have to gain the strength to find a new place to live. Even if the landlord tried to do something about these freaks, they'd probably just find more ways to make my life unlivable here. It's really a shame that there are people like that in the world.

When I first moved here, and they were not living here then, it was really quiet and I value peace and quiet. Out of the entire building they are the only ones making noise. He could have listened to his music at a tolerable volume, (or if he really needed it loud, headphones).

I'm not sure what's wrong with the women upstairs (friends of the pos downstairs), but even before the stamping they used to pull their furniture around in the dead of night, like 3 to 4 am. And also drop their heavy crap (whatever it is) on the wood floor.

I'm always amazed when people like that "win" but I shouldn't be, by now. I just hope karma is for real.