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Hell Hole

I am overwhelmed by life in New York City.

I had a feeling I'd get here some day--disgruntled and disenchanted. Every little thing urks me.

I came home and my toilet isn't working. Can't get my building's plumber to come until Monday. In another city, I would be living in a house with more than one bathroom, so that when one toilet is stopped up, I'd have another toilet to use. Its the little things that make a difference...like a home with more than one bathroom so I won't have to relieve myself in a toilet that won't flush or stay with a friend until it's fixed.

Then, I've been having issues with mail delivery--and because I live in a building with no doorman, occasionally, my packages go missing. I'm in a bitter fight with USPS and the company that mailed some clothes I purchased because neither one of them wants to take responsibility for this missing package. Furthermore, the mail person has been leaving my packages with random people in the building that I don't know ...that I haven't given permission to for signing off on packages. That's illegal, but in NYC, it's excusable behavior.

And the subway system aggravates my anxiety...but you're gonna tell me to stop whining and be grateful right?

I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now cuz I'm broke, and I haven't had a working toilet for a few days (so I save my major restroom usage for when I'm at work or a friend's house), my $100 package is missing because of NYC USPS shenanigans, and I'm just exhausted...and lonely...and ready to leave this hell hole.

K.

Goodnight

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