I woke up crying this morning.
Owl was vacuuming.
At fucking 8:30 in the morning.

Oh, well, he's an early bird kind of person.

He doesn't come home till 1am either.
He can't be both an early bird and a night owl.

I'm exhausted. I don't sleep at all, sleeping in the living room is out, but if I sleep in the bedroom I get woken up at 8 on the dot because of the TV he has in his room.

I can't go on like this. I don't mind the noise during the day. I can play music, netflix whatever. But at night, that noise. And it's not like boom shakalakalaka noise, it's just this tiny little hum, like a mosquito constantly in your ear.
Nothing bad for some people who are used to living with others, but me? If I've ever been serious about suicide, I swear to all the Gods that this would be the week.

There is conceivably no way I can tell him to shut the hell up, because he's not making a lot of noise. Just noise to piss me off. I've been wanting to tell him, "You know, every little noise you make up there, I can hear. I know when you take your shower, I know that you play the TV or radio every morning at 8am to wake up. I know you were playing techno music at 12:30 at night last Monday. Your tv or radio or whatever the hell is over my bedroom. Please do not play it after 10am and certainly not the hell before 9am. I sleep until 9. I don't care if you're up at 8, but you need to wake up more quiet if you do. 9-5, you got that Owl? 9-5. Those are my hours. Abide by the hours. If you don't? I start sending you my Data fiction and so help me I'll start putting incest in there just to fuck with you. Don't think I won't either!"

...I'm rambling. Oh gods...please, God please, kill Owl. So he'll move out, haunt the place and no one will move in upstairs.
Better yet, have the school find out I have enough credits to graduate and let me move from this godforsaken city back to Anaheim. So I can curl back up into my own bedroom in beautiful silence.