Log #1
Someone moved in today.
I don't know who, I haven't seen them.
But I heard, two voices that echoed down the long corridors. I heard, the foot steps sounding off of my ceiling, like pelting raindrops on hard concrete.
I forget the walls are thin here, I hope they don't hear me, as much I do.
Their tone seems to oddly latch on to me, the tone of happiness. I keep wondering what that feels like.
Maybe they'd be nice.
A little company for some change?
Actually, scratch that. These mother fuckers
are so loud.