I feel like crap lol 
For story context : my parents live next door. They own both apartment complexes, we rent one of them and we haven’t had the best relationship with our upstairs neighbours. It’s a couple of Lebanese grandparents that live with their son (25ish? Youngest) but since they have lots of grandchildren, family comes and leaves their kids often. Results: lots of noise 
They also never shovel. Which sucks for Canadian winters. The people that lived here before us were the owners, of course you’d expect them to shovel. But here, we’re both renting .. anyway I’ll stop there or I won’t get to my story lol
I was petty after the latest snowstorm , so I shoveled all the stairs and the path to our door. I didn’t shovel their entry.. which isn’t a huge thing either, it was more for the statement that i wanted to leave it 
Anyways, I came back to find a mountain of snow on the stairs, im not sure how it happened , but their entry is clear so I was sure it was them
I was certain it was them .. so I threw a huge fit, blasted metalcore (which I’m not very sure they listen often to) and was just yelling.. I called my so, which was at least their to hear me vent .. it calmed me a bit 
I FOUND OUT LATER THAT MY DAD WAS THE ONE TRYING TO PILE UP SNOW FOR THE MACHINE THAT WILL PASS TOMORROW ON THE SIDE OF THE STREETS 
i hate it .. why am I like this 
I just to conclusion and then end up feeling like shit 
I can hear them talking upstairs and of course the paranoia kicks in 
Édit: they are talking about me lol
Sorry for the mistakes a bit overwhelmed 

TLDR: rocky relationships with upstairs neighbours, never shovel amongst other things 
Had to shovel yesterday, came back from school today to find it dangerous to go up the stairs
Thought it was them , threw an indirect fit 
Found out later that it was my dad and he left the stairs spotless