Trying to reax

It's like, I always figured I was pretty nervous and wound up and I worry too much, but I didn't really see something about it. I really have to try and let shit go and move on; life's too short to argue about shit that doesn't really matter in the long run.

Maybe the fact that everyone around me was getting upset talking about their landlords, and how it quite literally seems like everyone has lost their head(well, except for the one's that don't have TV maybe), and I realized; yes we're right, he did say he would fix the screen, and that the light fixture would be replaced. This sort of thing does bother me, like, if I was 45 instead of 25, he wouldn't try and push me around and scare me into leaving or just not asking for stuff. And the crazy lady at Fabricville...

Ugh

Hopefuly,
M