Everyone who lives in the building is enduring the noise upstairs and downstairs. It's nobody's fault, and it's nobody's fault, because this feeling is really hard to say. Let's talk about it. I'm afraid it will affect the harmony of the neighborhood, not to mention always hurting my heart. So I am very forbearing to say, more than once, about four times every four years, once a year on average.
At first, I thought I was wronged. As a result, the neighbors upstairs wrote a long and short composition this time, only to find that they were wronged by our four complaints, but I didn't feel any change in reducing noise, probably because I poked some neighbors who were often noisy. The call for praise is so high. I don't understand or comment, but I don't know how depressed we are listening to drums every day. I feel a big stone in my heart, and I feel uncomfortable.
My pattern is not big, and I can't give people and things I hate and don't like a space to digest. If I can't digest them, I will go to extremes. I should quit the group and block myself. I don't want to affect my life because I am unhappy.