Lately her presence is beginning to piss me off and gradually yet strongly, letting loose the nasty side of me, bringing out the demon in me. I'm afraid I'm beginning to hate her already.

I hate to hate): But I can't help it. It's not my fault. It's hers. She's being such a cow. What, doesn't she have like a guy to drool over and agonize about for the rest of her miserable life?

Tie a bell around her neck, paint her black and white and kick her in the butt till she falls on her fours, she'll be one ugly mean cow.

Look. I don't mind jokes. I don't mind your laughing at me. But there's limits, awright? And you have just fucking hell got your filthy ass over those limits.

I'm not mad la. I'm just sad. I thought she was a great person. Hah. Guess I'm wrong.

Why do I have a feeling she's just fucking jealous?

Thank God Nabila was there with me or else I would have done what I think I should. Told her to fucking get lost and leave me alone.

Irghhh. I'm so so pissed off.

And what's if my grandparents, huh? Fucking looking down on me like that? And that nosy aunt of mine.. what the hell have you done to them, making them look at me as if I'm this sad, lonely teenage girl who hides behind her mother and always depending on others.

I'm fifteen. Stop treating me like I'm only five. I know half the stuffs you didn't think I would know. I've done what you think I can never do. Well. Screw you.

You think your children are great, smartasses girls. Yes they are, I admit. That doesn't make you the best-est mother in the universe just because you brought them up. I've seen or heard better mothers who have done much better than you think you did.

So don't think you can look down on me or my other sisters just because your daughters are awesome scholars and have piles and piles of certificates.

I know you've done so much for my family, aunt. And I'm grateful. But hey. Guess what? We can do perfectly well without you. Or your money. Or your concern. Or whatever have you.

It's all bullshit.

Sigh. It's a Friday and here I am.. some sort of discriminating my mother's elder sister. Hells. Big sin, I know. I'm a bad ass.

I'd rather have no friends, then to have friends like you.