The camel's back is back

Why?

I got hit by the straw that broke the camel's back.

When?

Last Friday.

What?

Paranoid delusional.

Now?

I'm back.

Then?

Got this:

RM67. With Borders gift card, got it at RM47. Found a way to work off my agression.

Schoolkids, don't mess with me. Next time, when I chase you, I WILL catch you.

Robbers, take my lousy mountain bike if you want. I'm getting a big kahuna, and I'm keeping it in my room.

Tuition centers, work me with more classes? I work for you no more.

Government spies, you can't catch me in tuition centers. I quit.

School admin, force me again. And I'll force you back with a 1-week leave.

Car workshop crooks, trying to eat into my compensation money? You won't get a cent. Lose my car, and I'll see you in court.

Deceptiproton salesman, waiting for me to give you under the counter money? Keep the scrap metal car. I want it no more.

Housemate, misbehave again. And you're out on the streets.

There you go. All the straws. No more on my back.