Viking Village Apartamentos

I feel a little better about this place. At least something seems okay. The bedrooms? Tiny, I ponder how I can fit a bed into the room. Its getting dark, I go to turn on the light after a long day of looking around, and sulking in my tears. Only to find out, I need to provide lamps and the only lights in this place are in the bathroom, the dining area, and the sorry hallway with a stove in it. Frustrated, I drive to Walmart. Even Walmart feels more home-y. I consider spending the night, but I remember that the apartment has carpet. Dirty, but its carpet. I purchase the lamps. Cashier? friendlier than the Landlord. I get home and realize I don't need the lamps. There is a baseball game going on at the nearby high school. The blinding lights are piercing through the window. I close the blinds, but they don't work. I close the other blinds, only to realize the parking lot lights are on, trying to keep me awake at night. I can't escape it. I now am super sad and am hungry. I go to the hallway with a stove in it and open the fridge. Nothing. I consider eating the lamp. maybe it will bring more joy than staying in these apartments. I now begin to wonder why I even signed the lease. Now I'm stuck here, 30 years later. I still cry every night as the bright parking lot lights shine right on me. At least the shower is nice.