Today, it's the second week into my new neighbours' routine. He works nights, she works days. He likes to blast out Slayer and Napalm Death all day, she likes to drunkenly sing out of tune to Adele all night. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. FML

These neighbours live in my head.

Today, my mom read my diary. Then she frantically booked me an appointment with a psychiatrist. FML

Thank God I don't keep one of those.

Carla Bruni endiselt.