Everywhere I go, I seem to make enemies. I'm quite possibly the biggest douchebag ever. I don't mean to be. It just happens that way, I guess. It's just the way I am.

Last year, my next door neighbors, and my entire floor hated me because I wanted them to be quiet, and freaked out when they had a party on a Wednesday night. I had a quiz the next day, and I wanted some sleep ; ;. After that, they tormented my roommate and me pretty much every day for the rest of the semester

I've kind of repeated that incident here, where I currently live. We have some nasty downstairs neighbors who are incredibly selfish and have a huge sub woofer. Every day, like clockwork my room shakes around 6pm or so. That doesn't normally bother me. It is a little annoying, although it's something I can deal with fairly easy. But every weekend, it gets significantly worse such that my room is vibrating with a 5pt earthquake's intensity, and my bird's cage is about to fall off of my desk. And this goes on from about 7pm until roughly 3am.

They used to turn down their music a bit when I went down there and asked them nicely to quiet down. That was okay, but I was still never able to fall asleep. Now they just get spiteful and whenever I ask them to quiet down, they turn it up. They said to me, "You live in an apartment near a college campus. What do you expect?" My answer was: "You live in an area where there are many different types of people, and some people don't like to stay up until 4am every night, especially when they have work/class the next day. I expect that you keep it down after 1am or so." They just ignored me.

So instead of going down there, I got into the habit of playing DDR as roughly as humanly possible while they were blasting their music. I figured if I couldn't get a good night's rest, I might as well get some good exercise. It only pissed them off more.

We fought back and forth like that for a while. They'd blast their music to an obscene level, and I'd stomp on the floor as hard as I could.

But they've been getting increasingly nastier as time progresses, and since Adam does his broadcasting from here now, we are seriously considering calling the cops of they continue this BS. But my roommate gave me a very disturbing message today.

I walked out into the living room and she said, "I need to talk to you about something." So I was confused, and I said "Sure, what is it?" She just gave me this worried look and said, "The guys downstairs told me to tell you that they're having a party tomorrow night, and if you complain, stomp on the floor, or call the cops they're going to break into our apartment and trash the place. And they're planning on doing something really nasty to you if you don't stop complaining about their music."

I argued with them about it for a while, since that only made me more aggravated. But they gave me the same advice: "You live in a place where there are mostly college students. You need to get used to the partying. No one's going to give a shit if you want it quiet."

So now I'm scared out of my mind. I have to deal with the blasting bass constantly, or they're going to do something nasty to me, and destroy our apartment? That doesn't seem fair to me at all, and yet I can't do anything about it, because if I protest, I'll just dig myself deeper into the shithole.

I promptly bolted the door when I got home tonight. They hate my warm disgusting guts, I'm all alone here, and I honestly wouldn't put it past them to pick that front lock, or smash the patio door and come in while no one else is here but me. Or hurt my cat in some way when she accidentally gets out. Because they're the type of people that go snowmobiling outside of our apartment at 3am on a thursday night when they're drunk as hell, and wake up everyone in the vicinity. ... I'll be completely honest with you. I'm absolutely terrified. I know I'm paranoid, neurotic, and crazy, and sometimes even my friends hate me for it, but I just don't know. In my head, I feel like this is no idle threat. I feel like they really will destroy the apartment if I complain anymore. They probably won't. They're probably nice guys once you get to know them. But in my head, they're out to get me. And it's scary.

I guess I got myself into this mess. I should've just gotten into the party groove with them and maybe they wouldn't think I'm such a prude, stuck up, bitch. But you know, I'm just not that kind of person. I don't like parties, I don't like loud music, and drunk people scare the shit out of me because I never know when they're going to get violent or not. I've had quite enough experiences with violent drunk people in my life due to my cousins' actions, and I don't really care to experience it again.

So it makes me really sad to know that I can't get out of this aweful situation, and I wish I could make myself into a better person. You know, like not so spastic, and not so easily angered. And I just can't... No matter how hard I try, I just can't.

*sigh* I think I need therapy. No joke.