Some may know...
I live in a white trash ghetto. Its generally vile here, where I live the atmosphere is literally toxic. No happiness here, just nastiness, the smell of assault, rape, and utter lack of social standards.
Living below me, an old guy who coughs 24/7. Mr Cough - as I refer to him, plays music (usually, 'the doors', 'oasis', or 'TRex' every day, usually quite disruptive, sometimes horrific.
Living to the left of me, the little 'Rose' who shares her life with her beloved abusive psycho 'Kevin'. As well as being a walking cliche' for abused women across the world, Missy is even more obnoxious than Mr Cough. She will play music for large parts of the day and evening (usually mega loud Reggae or country music).
My home is for a lot of the time, effectively unliveable. If I did own it (I don't), it'd be worthless. No one would justifiably pay ANYTHING for my apartment.
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Now, here is the issue though...
Last week I signed up to a national housing transfer list. I'm looking to literally 'swap apartments' with someone. Personally, I've massive doubts about being able to find someone to switch with. Anyway...
Today, -and totally unexpectedly one of the people I wrote to 2 days ago knocked on my door (he said he was in the area).
After a few moments of 'err....who are you?', I decided to let the guy in. He seemed okay, and was indeed very polite and 'professional' (haha Gerbilgranny, couldn't resist to use that world).
He mentioned about his area and his situation...and then
one of the questions he asked was 'what are the neighbours like?'. Hmm, I guess I didn't really answer it, I just kinda muddled through. Unless he was autistic, he must have sensed I was totally not answering the question.
He seemed okay about my home, but the more we spoke the more I realised that my entire situation stinks. How the hell am I supposed to get outta this nightmare? I currently have TWO ongoing cases with both neighbours about noise, and so I have something of an ethical dilemna.
I'm totally broken mentally since last summer. My life is worse than I could ever have imagined, and now it comes down to do I lie, and let some nice couple/single person have my home? What I should I do ? I don't know.
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Its another lousy Thursday evening. So far today, a mere '3 hours' have been ruined today.
I've been sending the regular noise sheets and making calls to my local Environmental health lately. However, they are not usually able to make calls to monitor things outside of office hours. My landlord says its down to Environ, and they won't do anything other than write a polite letter to the obnoxious pigs.
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Last week I went crazy and smashed up what was an immaculate bathroom. Its taken a lot of hours and money to get it back to near perfect.
I am not sure how much longer I can hold on.
Calrissian: coming to another breaking point.
*edited for 'legal reasons'