Menopausal bitch.

The Queen Bitch was at it again, flipping through my belongings and personal letters, and accusing me of having a 'toy boy'.

ROFL.

IF I were that RICH to have a toy boy, I would've bought myself a Hermes Birkin!

ROFL.

Just because of a $100 meal which I had paid for myself. ROFL.

Ridiculous.

What made me really unhappy was her invasion of my privacy and her abuse of authority.

Didn't help that she took a plastic rod and hit me with it; resulted in a bruised and swollen knuckle and a bruised back.

Sigh.

I cried because of the fucking injustice of it all, and the unhappiness and emotional pain brought by accumulated events radiated through my body.

The pain became physical yet intangible...