Today I asked some girls if they would go to the county fair with me. All of them turned me down. I left and kept my composure long enough to get into my car and drive home. Then all you know what broke loose. I walked back to the back room to talk to my dad for a bit, I told him what happened. I was angry, and upset because I thought for sure the people I asked would not turn me down. I even offered to pay if they came with me. They still said no. So I went upstairs to my room and started reading some scriptures that I thought would help calm me down, but then I shut the book and I masturbated. I had not done that in two weeks, I was trying to quit, but today, I just could not take it. I cracked. Then I just felt guilty. I immediately prayed to God for forgiveness, but I was still upset. Then I fell asleep for a bit. My dad made me come with him and my sister to go get pumpkins to carve for jackal-lanterns. As we went I saw a guy that humiliated me a few months ago. He has a girlfriend now, but I was jealous because I knew what he was really like. He is a jerk. At first I felt anger, and then jealousy. As we came back home anger slowly built up. When we got home I sat down to go look something up on the computer and then my dad told us to pick up the living room so it was not a mess when my mom walked in. I was angry at his in sensitivity towards how upset I was. IN discussed I slammed the laptop shut, and got up and started picking up papers. My dad asked me what was wrong, and I let it all out. “Oh nothing, it’s just that once again I get to stay home this Friday, While, I’ll Bet JESSIE AND HIS LITTLE GIRL FRIEND THAT HE HAD TO RUB IN MY FACE WHEN HE GOT GET TO GO TO THE FAIR WHILE I STAY HOME AND CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP!†He asked me what I was talking about, and I said, “I wanted a date to the fair this year!†And I beat my head against the wall and started crying. Then I went upstairs and fell on my knees and started sobbing in my bedroom. I went to take a bath to try and cool down and cried the whole time I was in there. Then I got out and lay down in my bed and cried some more. The whole time I kept asking why? “What did I do? Why does that jerk have a girlfriend and I don’t. He listens to offensive music about women and lust after women. What do I have to do, to get your favor God? Why can I not prove to you that I can be a good boyfriend for someone? Why can’t I just have one date, just one?†I was crying, I guess that what the Bible calls weeping bitterly. I was squalling. I laid there till I calmed down some. I’m still depressed, and I feel numb now. My head hurts from the sinus pressure that built up while I was crying. My blood pressure was up for a bit too because I could feel a vain popping up on my forehead while I was crying. I asked God why everything has to be so hard. I told him I hated my life. Everyone else seems to get what I work for without doing anything to earn it. I just want to go crawl in a hole and never come out.
