haha, my poetry is coming back to me, finally, and more murderous than ever, hehe I probably won't post too much of it though, people already know I'm a perversely raving psychopath. Just wanted towrite that things are getting a little stressful in what was supposed to be a good foster home.

But I really hate foster homes, they're designed to let people become responsible for other people's brats. The combination is not good.
Last night I was doing homework until ten, then I had to get up this morning to do MORE fucking homework!!!! NONONO!!! I draw the line,especially since, after I did my work, I still had to get ready for school, therefore meaning that I missed both busses I take to commute to school now. Am not impressed says I!!! And whats waiting after my horseback riding when I get home? Writing a biography on Oscar Wilde that was due almost two weeks ago, but kept getting pushed aside because Wendy insisted I work on CIVICS and my Science booklets. And she wonder why I'm mad, having to come home with Mrs. Miliken disappointed that I didn't finish her work because I was tooo goddamn busy doing other work!
And Wendy wants to take away my riding, and potentially the horseshow on May 24. All this HOMEWORK is going to drive me over the edge, and even though I know its my own fault, she should know better than to push and push and push. I was considering my chances of being able to blow up a bus on the way to school today, and then of course, the school itself with everyone in it. How body parts would fly, raining down upon the earth!

I do realize I've become increasingly mentally unstable, and I do try and keep it under control, but my awesomely good friend depression has returned to make itself known, its been almost a month, I knew my happiness wouldn't last very long. I kinda wish it had though, because I need to be a good girl, and opimistic because I need to think about whats going to happen to Lumey.