The pamphlet made me believe that I was going to be living in a beautiful, well-kept apartment, but after six months, I have found that I was lied to and made to believe in something that does not exist. I have tried to fix it by myself because no one will help me. There are cracks on our ceiling which are forever growing by the stomping of our upstairs neighbors.
Dirt blows into our apartment from under the door because it was never built correctly.
I would love to swim, but I have found condoms, beer cans, and other unidentified objects lingering at the bottom. I slip often because the retards here have filled the patchy grass with dirt without planting more grass. So it is always muddy and they never put salt on the sidewalks when it snows so I could possibly break a hip and then sue. There are gaps under our kitchen cabinets which leads me to believe that we have mice living amongst us. When my upstairs neighbor flushes her toilet, I almost pee in my pants with fright that the toilet is going to break through my ceiling leaving me with massive head trauma.