I murdered someone...

... it was my partner teacher. The thought only crossed my mind for a split second, but a single thought of sin is still a sin. Here's what happened: He made me cut these stupid tennis balls with a carpenter's knife and there was probably about 40 tennis balls that he wanted me to make a slit in. It was retarded! Eventually my hand was in pain and I saw his coffee mug out on the table. I looked around the room was thinking of what I could use to poison his drink. Then I would never have to return again.... then I snapped out of it. I didn't want to go to jail.

The past few days have been awful. My dad has been out everyday doing the studio stuff, and I feel bad cuz now he's sick and I can't do anythign since I'm all tied up too... I didn't even know he was sick cuz I havent seen him for the past few days. I'm up and out by 8, stay at school until 4:45, get home at 4:50, shove some food down my throat as fast as I can, teach 5-9, do more business, and that's the day. Tomorrow is worse. I have to stay at school for "meet the teacher" night until 9 (they warn me that it might be later than that). The thought of poisoning his drink comes into mind again...