Dear boyfriend’s next-door neighbour

If I thought it was worth it to compliment your singing, I would. However, I can’t find it in me to do so, particularly if you are playing, recording, karaoke-ing or god knows what past 1am keeping me wide awake and listening to your crap. When you’re edging into my comfort zone, I find it very hard to have sympathy for anyone.  The walls in the apartment aren’t particularly sound proof and not only am I hearing you, I’m hearing the crap you’re singing.  Your awful voice and your even worse music carries through the walls, or the hallways or even through the windows. Either way, we’re hearing it in there, and we’re not spellbound. Your singing is awful. We suspect that’s your own music you’ve written and are singing to in there? Well, it sucks. It just sucks. It’s like 80’s rock opera/Fame/Prince awfulness and it  just sucks. For the sake of all humanity, particularly those in your proximity, invest in a pair of headphones.

Here’s an alternate suggestion: just stop.

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