Insomnia

Sometimes I pray to the Holy Mother and ask her what have I done so bad to deserve the pathetic life I live. I mean, yeah, I've been involved in some crime and I tried to rape that Amelia bitch last year, but, c'mon, I'm a pretty good guy. Usually, I have these feelings of hopelessness at night when I can't sleep. I have to lie awake at night and hear the creak and squeak of the bed and the moans of pleasure in the apartment above me. What makes it worse is that it's my mother and that scum bag, Da Crunk that lives above me. I have to hear that shit all night, every night!! And not just that, but the banging of the headboard!! It drives me crazy!

But that's not the worst. I share a bedroom with the sickest individual alive today- The Turd! That freak makes some of the sickest noises, gestures and motions during the night. He frequently gets up in front of a mirror and prances about, putting on his brown lipstick, rubbing his nipples and tucking himself- sick!!! He masturbates CONSTANTLY and he has phone sex with Retro and that Kelly guy nearly every night. When I do get to sleep, nearly every morning there is a steamer on my pillow from that sick freak. And every time I wake up, no matter if it's the middle of the night or whenever, that pervert is staring at me watching me sleep!!! And I am always losing things- things I think that freak is inserting in his anus!!! Sometimes I just want to end it all. The Liberal Librarian has decimated my life and I don't know that any amount of therapy could ever make me recover.