I DREAMT OF THAT BASTARD . . . .!

Can you imagine how I feel subconsciously? I actually dreamt of that girl, coming to our house looking for CM. I dreamt of her wearing a denim skirt. I fakely acted like I'm kind, but in my heart, I hated her. Then someone, I forgot who, told her that she is having her menses. And pulled her to the washroom. I saw stain on her denim skirt. When she was in the washroom, we all stared at her while she say she is having cramps. I belittled her and scolded CM. CM kept saying sorry. But I was just unconsolable.

I HATE HER!!!!!!
AND I HATE HIM FOR DOING THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!