AND THE LOUDEST MOTHERFUCKER LIVES ABOVE ME.
I don't know what to do about it, but it's really stressing me out. I am not sure if I should say something. It's kind of the nature of the building, we have concrete floors. But the fucker never stops moving! And it's all through the night. I am out of my apartment a lot and nearly all the time I am here, he (or she) is also here. Clomping around like an asshole. Like...why don't you sit down and watch some Netflix? I have no clue what's going on upstairs—maybe he has a ceramics set up and is throwing large clumps of clay. Maybe she's running a meth lab. I dunno.
I am really anxious because I am really passive and hate confrontation. It's weird, I love street noise, but bass and stomping...they just, like, invade your entire bodily space or something. I think it's the vibrating. I run white noise and the oven fan every night but I can still FEEL it.