Dear Diary.

My boss is a . Nonetheless, I still have to be by her side, making her coffee, writing songs for her, writing her speeches, picking out her clothes, telling her her schedule everyday, preparing her meals, basically, a slave. I even have to live with her just so she knows I won't run away. She's just one of those people who got lucky and ended up being born into a wealthy family, with lots of influence, and I was unfortunately the first girl they found on the street that was forced to help her. They pay me, of course, and the pay isn't all that bad. But she's a spoiled brat who takes my works and ruins them with her dying dolphin voice. So, right now I am waiting for her next command. It'll probably be in about three minutes, and around this time, she always asks for coffee, so I might as well go make it already. Oh, she'll also need tomorrow's schedule. Crap. to be her assistant. Fortunately though, she can't fire me, since her father noticed how many other assistants she's gone through, so I'm the last one. Anyways, the coffee is done, I might as well just make myself something, too, to stay up. Ugh... I hear her voice.