I am a ridiculous human being.
There's a couple across the road who live with the girls mum and dad and, through the course of some drunken discussions me and my next door neighbour had, we're 99% sure the boy is cheating. He's just pulled up in his car and I actually switched my bedroom light off, text my neighbour to look out of the window and then glared as he entered the house. He might not be cheating but I'm too emotionally involved with this couple I've never spoken too not to intervene. And they always seem to wear the same clothes It's like Rear Window but without the murder, really.
I need to get back to Uni and normality, for the sake of my liver and my sanity.