In the past, I felt like I had something to hold onto. I'm not that important any more. I don't feel love. Nor joy. Empty and sad and bad are all I got. Would it be so bad if I, the POS that I am, gave up completely?
Now,
My new neighbor's dog is being noisy and they're moving stuff in at one in the morning. I want to be a good neighbor but they have to let people sleep. I heard other neighbors up too, when I went to see what the problem is. They're waking up the whole building.