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 jack-o'-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 insensitivity towards how upset I was. In discussion 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 ### and his little girl friend that he had to rub in my face when he got 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 vein 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.
