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Tuesday, March 16
I AM I AM IAM.
i can't sleep.
i can't work.

she keeps coming in and shouting and screaming vulgarities and curses at me. because i told her to leave us alone to do my computing assignment. she kept coming in to shout at my brother. It's like, every sentence will have one 'lanjiao' or 'chao cheebye'. it's very hard to ignore. i can stand alot of vulgarities, but never cheebye. i hate the word.

then she kicks my box (which i use as a makeshift table - how pathetic) and slamming my laptop down. Kick my box at me and hurting me indirectly. Wah, cannot beat me up directly have to use things to hit me now. whenever i put my "table" back, she kick again. I dunno why she has to do this. Can't do work coz she keeps upsetting my workspace. Can't sleep because she is in the room screaming at me.

Then another disgusting thing happened. I was gonna bathe when I saw my bloody used pad in front of the bathroom floor. I was like WTF?! I thought I put it in my trash bag. So I picked it up and threw it back in. Then later she shouted, where is the pad?! THen I'm like.. eh, the pad on the bathroom floor again? I dunno leh I thought I put in the bin already 0.0 it keeps appearing at the bathroom dunno why...

Then she's like WHY YOU TAKE IT AWAY? I USE IT TO CLEAN THE FLOOR.

....

I was like, what the fuck man. *facepalm* *facepalm* *facepalm*
Use my bloody pad to clean the floor?!

Then she said "Then clean what, papa's car? You use the pad so little. So little blood."

SO THIS IS WHY EVERY TIME I THROW AWAY MY PAD, IT LANDS UP IN SOME RANDOM PLACE ON THE FLOOR.

THIS IS.. SO HARD TO COMPREHEND. WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? THIS IS DISGUSTING AND MAD! ALMOST ALL MY THRASH IS TAKEN OUT BY HER, INCLUDING MY USED PADS!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM GOING MAD MYSELF. REALLY REALLY MAD I FEEL LIKE CRYING AT THIS.. MADNESS. ARGH!! WAIT I DONT FEEL LIKE CRYING, I AM ACTUALLY CRYING.

School counselor from last year: Her condition is not that bad. I've seen worse.
OH REALLY? OH REALLY? OH REALLY? YOU THINK?

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