Hurting
I wish the end of today would come faster. It stunk and I want to start over. Someone shoot me so I can go to heaven. I guess I don't really mean that. I was having an okay day for the most part. School started today. I like my first two classes (Broadway Musical Theatre and Children's Literature). The third (Philosophy) will be interesting. I was hoping that my teacher would be cool about not letting his own perspectives come through when he was talking. Not really the case. He's pretty obviously against Christianity and Conservatism. As are the more outspoken people in my class. But then again, it was only the first day, so I shouldn't judge too absolutely. So I came home, went on a bike ride with my lil brother. Found out how horribly out of shape I am. Started on my homework. Dad came home and we ate dinner. I'd forgotten to wash his truck like I said I would. Dave and I said we'd do it after dinner. After dinner, I forgot again and went straight back to my homework. Dad went outside and washed the car by himself. Mom realizes what he's doing and tells Dave and I. We run out just in time for him to be finished. He's ticked cuz he's sick and it's dark and I broke my promise twice and he thinks I was on the computer socializing. He gets mad at me for what is one of the first times ever. All I can do is say I'm sorry. He goes inside to do some more work. I go upstairs to my room and cry and try not to think suicidal thoughts. He comes up and talks about how he still loves me, but he's disappointed in me for not keeping my word and how his estimation of me has gone down. I don't say much. He leaves. I cry some more. Now I'm here. I hate disappointing people. I'm so disappointed in myself. I hate failing. Can I run away now? Why am I so defective? All my emotions are just barreling down hill now. It just dredges up everything else in my head that I hate about myself. At least God loves me. It's a good thing that's drilled into my head cuz I need the love right now. It's a good thing there aren't any random guys around at the moment, cuz I'd be horribly susceptible to any attention. I'm so weak. God, help me, please. Man, this is a depressing blog. Sorry. I just needed to get it all out. I think I'm gonna go to bed soon. I love you.
Psalm 51:10
"Create in me a pure heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me."