It's A Bitch Attack!!!!

One of these days i feel as if i'm really gonna die from a heart attack or something of that sort...
I have to go back to sch on a wed, my holiday, to correct my bloody essay that i spent a sleepless night doing.. how fucking irritating is that?
I know that cunning old willy is just out to get me again...
i mean doesn't she know that i'm trying my freaking best to do it her way? Why man... i tell you it hits me even harder knowing i was sure i didn't make a mistake this time.. not a tiny one... i did it so precise and i think she really needs to be 1) having an undying thrist to make me feel suckier than i already feel 2) so free that she scrutinize every little tiny error knowing that her main target on the dart board is ME! and she has to hit her victim, ME, at bullseye....
And whats a better way to spoil my day? Ask my fren and i don't blame him, to bring me the news in a cheery tone as if it is such a joke and as if we r all in hot soup together..suck it up together..ahahaha... thats seriously swell dude! fuck man.. i'm not going to be rejoicing with u...
I don't deserve this coz i have really put in my heart and soul.. my whole effort into it this time.. U know what? i really wished i had a gun in my hand so i can direct it right at her temples...or better yet...let her do her own murder herself.. why would i wanna soil my hands with her devillish blood.. oh man... she is making my heart race even faster than i can count to three.. i swear my eye whites r blood shot red now...she is totally ruining my confidence level.... that manipulative bitch...and u know what? i'm just not going to be a wuss and let it all out here.. fuck man! i'm going to give that son of a gun a piece of my mind...
screaming match would be at 2.30pm.. let me meet my doom.. i really can't swallow this...