Dear hot dude next door, do you know I’m much of a smoker as you are but totally against my will? You! My uncouth neighbor, yes you. Why are you so callous to my blameless soul?
I miss my beautifully scented clothes; all I sniff of them is smoke. Taking tea from my cup feels like taking water amidst a pile of burning rubbish.
You ne’er-do-well fella. If you cannot completely stop, be merciful to have it scented if you must. It kills my appetite! I miss waking up to take my midnight snack because my belly is full of seethe from your ever burning pot.
I pity your poor soul that thinks it makes you look cool taking cloudy smoky selfies. Are you doing this because your whole crew smokes pot? Do you think your beautiful neighbor on the other side, you seek to impress thinks it’s cool?
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You are slowly sinking your boat. Do you not know the dangers of smoking? Are you saying your science teachers skipped this part of the syllabus? Why do you choose to ditch such knowledge in the bins?
Your breath is messed up; I can’t stand a 5 minutes conversation with you. Your eyes are ever sunken with bugs like you haven’t slept in the longest time ever! Why do this to yourself? You say it makes you peaceful and very relaxed but it makes me sick and tense.
Playing meaningless music and making imprudent noise with your friends in the weirdest hours of the day. I cannot sleep in the night neither take a simple nap during the day. You jeopardized my peace you trouble maker. You chose to make me a slave. Your wish has recently become my command. But why?!
It makes you confident and gives you hulk energy, you recently told me. It would have been really okay with me if you did not have to always break into baseless fights with your friends. I always have to come out of my room running to save the day. I’m low key super girl. Ever present before they break your neck because you feel so energized to kick off any silly fights.
This letter is to inform you, my dear neighbor that the last time I saved you, was the last time indeed. Let’s say it makes you forget your problems, I don’t see how all this adds up but I’m just trying to understand where all this is coming from.
Do you only forget for an hour? Or maybe your problems are unforgettable! If it made you forget, you would stop after you have forgotten your problem but you never halt the chimney.
Let me introduce you to some tube light moment here, Smoking will not make you forget that you only have 2k (two thousand shliings) left and its just the start of the day.
Your parents hustle daily to see to it that you have a fairly good life. Better than they had. You really need to start putting this into consideration you ungrateful child. I feel sorry for your parents like you were my child. Smoking pot adds nothing on you but adds so much sorrow onto you. You need to stop.
From your concerned neighbor!
