SW Wales Gender:
Oh for the love of god
Right, get this:
The bloody neanderthal who lives over the road has been shouting at my mum every time she comes home from work
Last evening, my mum comes home yelling her head off because my dad got between them and tried to calm things down.
Now, they can't be in the same room together. I can't sleep because they keep arguing. Every time I sit down to eat, they start yelling. I get woken up in the morning by the sound of shouting.
I can't take this for very much forking longer. I swear to god if it goes on tonight, I will go over there, get the iron digging bar and my ka-bar, and I will break every forking thing I see with the bar and if anyone tries to stop me I will stab them with the ka-bar. Because in prison at least I'd get a little piece and quiet. Hell, they might even give me some work to do. I could come out with a degree if I put my mind to it. I don't forking care any more.
Dangerous, Dysfunctional and probably insane- but you know I'm right.