September 15, 2002
He is so annoying. I swear, I'm at my limit. Every single day, without fail, he finds a way to get under my skin. I wake up, try to mentally prepare myself for the day, and somehow—somehow—he still manages to ruin it with that smug face and his snide little comments.
Why me? Of all the people in the universe, why am I the chosen target for his relentless teasing? If it were lighthearted or harmless, I might be able to laugh it off. Might. But no—he always goes for the weak spot. Below-the-belt jabs like he's in some kind of competition to win the gold medal in insufferability.
And here's the worst part—his house is only 100 meters away from my workplace. A hundred. Like the universe conspired to say, "Here, have a daily reminder of your annoyance." I can't escape him. I can't even enjoy my lunch break in peace without worrying he'll suddenly pop up with another one of his stupid remarks.
I've tried ignoring him. I've tried staying polite. I've even tried being mean. Nothing works. He just laughs it off like it's a game to him. Meanwhile, I'm one bad day away from screaming into the void.
I just want peace. Is that too much to ask?