This time last week I was fine. Actually, that's a lie; three weeks ago I was fine. That weekend, the girl from the flat downstairs brought someone home and I had to endure the subsequent 'sounds'.
It shouldn't have bothered me so much. I think the dual combinations of my own vacant love life twinned with a genuine affection that I've developed for her made it all the more unbearable.
I always knew it would sting when she had guys around, what I wasn't expecting was it to hurt like a fire marshall slamming an axe into my sternum.
Time to wallow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sQPZ9dD9v8
