It's going down

Right now I'm trying to go to bed. There are a bunch of people in the house. It's nearly 11pm. David left to go join them and they are being loud as fuck. I hate this. I hate every time. And it's often.

And, as unfair as it is, I resent David for all of this.

I resent him for me living here. For these shitty roommates. For these sleepless nights. For having to give up my other dog whom I love in order to uproot and move here. For living too far from my job and having to deal with the worst traffic.

For nothing ever changing...

I've had a lot on my mind all day. I've been feeling guilty for... Well, the way I feel. But I've also been contemplating how this will all go down when it inevitably all goes down.