The trying part of today was biting my tongue. Trying not to rip off her head. Bovine, low-cunning cousin.

The stress of not yelling at her pushed me into a shouting match with an arrogant bastard down the road. After insulting his grandmother, and her private parts from which his mother sprung, i ended my tirade with a 'go to hell, you stupid good-for-nothing' in Kannada. Kannadam gelge, kannadam balge.

I need better outlet for all this rage. Something that prevents reprimands from mum, or atleast shields her sensibilities from my true nature.

Tired, keyed-up. Relieved in part that the manipulative behemoth is gone for now. I would have thought it impossible for me to forbear her presence another day. I'd say something unkind, but accurate, and that wouldn't pierce through her sodden intellect, save the little required to convey it to her parents, who would be very hurt. And that would hurt mum. Which would aggravate my condition. And so on. Vicious circle. Upsetting. Something i could do without. So i bit my tongue, even when i was so enraged my head throbbed.