CW: Dysphoria
Dysphoria is my Neighbor
I no longer want to live in this neighborhood.
My neighbor posts all day on NextDoor to spread lies about me.
She complains about me;
What I do, how I look, anything she can find to complain about.
I don’t know which neighbors believe her
And I care too much about finding out.
Then she has the audacity to steal my wifi.
She eats up all my bandwidth with her conspiracy theories.
I can’t leave my trash bins out too long
or she’ll report me to make herself feel better.
I’ve been told she has lived here as long as I
but I don’t remember her moving in.
I pray for her to move out before I do
and that her dog will stop shitting on my lawn.
All I ask is a warning before she sends off fireworks.
Asking and asking until my face turns blue with no luck.
Dysphoria is my neighbor and
she only lives here to make me miserable.
I love how, knowing a little more about this story, I can put some of the pieces together but there’s also still room for interpretation. I think it’s a great use of storytelling too.