I needed to rant about this somewhere and my journal seemed like the best place... the neighbors across the street are crazy. We've had to call the cops on them several times... it's a divorced mom and her 4 kids (who all have crazily American names like Divinity and Butterfly) and there are parties and gunshots and s**t... yesterday they were partying (I didn't actually see any of this, my friend did and told me) and there were some kids there, a three-year-old got hit in the face with a basketball and started crying. the adults called "are you bleeding? are you hurt? no? then shut your mouth b***h" can you believe that?? stressed another time their younger son was "training" for football (they're those kind of parents that force their kids into sports) and we could hear him saying "ow stop it daddy you're hurting me" jeez whenever i see those people i want to go over there and yell at them... the worst part is, those kids are gonna grow up thinking that's okay and treat their kids like s**t mad sad
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