Yesterday, I had the most horrible, most shittiest day of my life.
I was at a Vacation Bible Camp, and I had to miss the first 3 days because my dad was working, so we went on the 4th day, and when I came, I was told to sing and dance, two things I hate! HATE! And being 3 days off, I was out of sync, I said to my friends that “I am glad my dad isn’t here to see this, if would be embarrassing.” I was honestly pissed during the singing and dancing because I was so out of sync in the entire thing.
Then we moved over to the other building to do some crafts (At my age, why the fuck am I doing crafts?), And one of the people overlooking the whole thing asked me if I had an anger problem (EXCUSE ME?!), I said no, I was basically joking around most of the time to wash off the rage. Then the priest sat down with me asking if anybody was misstreating me, I said no, and he told me that since I missed the first 3 days, the other kids know what they’re supposed to do, and I should try my best to catch up. After that, had juice and cookies (We have little kids here. Might as well get cookies), then had a group photo, then we came back in for song practice. I did it better this time around and I was happier and joking around, then everything went to SHIT! We then played a game where we had to find a Bible verse faster than anybody else. I am a competitive person, of course I am. I am homeschooled online and being in church is the most social contact I have had since I left scouts thanks to my drunk of a mom who I haven’t seen in months since she was arrested.
I didn’t get the first time right, because I didn’t know the rules. Then I got the hang of it, taking the next two rounds, then on the 4th, I accidentally skipped the book I was looking for in the Bible and said “Damn it” under my breath. And guess what, THE WHOLE DAMN CHURCH HEARS MY “DAMN IT!” My best friend’s mom told me to go outside, and then told me that there were little kids here and yadda, yadda, yadda. I said it was an accident. AN ACCIDENT and I was scolded by my best friend’s mom, actually GRANDMA. And my dad had come back to the church (He didn’t have to go. He just dropped us off) and then I am dragged over to the car, and she starts telling him what happened, and then starts to TWIST MY WORDS, MY WORDS! Thinking I said “If my dad was here, this wouldn’t have happened.” Refer to the other quote above. And I try to explain and correct her, and she shakes her head like I’m just a lost cause and a fuck who lies. I left my hat back in the church (No, I didn’t wear it.), and my dad told me to apologize to the priest and get my hat back. I did so, and promised to not curse in the church again. But this is what really hurts me: I took my hat, and sat down for the rest of the game, or what was, the rest of the session and I would soon go home. So I am sitting down with my friends next to me, my girlfriend next to me I will also add, TRYING TO HOLD BACK TEARS! My best buds little brother taps my leg and tells me “You should have a bar of soap in your mouth.” (Fuck you, you’re probably 9). And all my friends probably knew I was fighting back tears of humiliation, humiliation in front of my friends, my girlfriend, who I probably don’t have anymore after this, I really do not know, I am just guessing. And when I was leaving, somebody pats my back and tells me “We’ll be praying for you.” After the recent months of my life, you are praying for the WRONG REASONS.
I was still fighting tears as I got in the car and the ride home, I only let a tear come down once or twice.
After this, I don’t wanna face my friends, I do not want to see them after this, because I made an ASS AND A SINNER AND A FUCK FACE out of my self. I do not wanna attend Sunday School after this and I just wanna sit with my dad and go through the service then be with my friends.
ALL BECAUSE OF AN ACCIDENT, AN ACCIDENT! TWO WORDS HAVE MADE ME HATE MY LIFE AND EMBARRASSED MY SELF IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS! I keep thinking I have no girlfriend now, she is basically the adopted daughter of one of the priests. But still, I hate myself, I hate my life, I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE ALL BECAUSE OF TWO WORDS! I had trouble sleeping last night and I punched my pillow several times.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it today until I had something good happen today, I won some fantasy race thing, so yay.
But I had to vent this out.
Do I have an anger problem, because some people at a church say I do? No, I don’t, I am a teenager, you should consider that, dumbass.
Should I have my words twisted by my best friend’s grandma? NO, THAT WAS BULLSHIT.
I am amazed I wasn’t punished, seems my dad knew it was an accident. But seriously, this was just a load of bullshit that fell on my fucking lap because of two words. Life just sucks sometimes, it just sucks, I really don’t know how to feel or what to do… All I know is that I do not want to face my girlfriend or my friends. Maybe never see them again, because of my personal rage. I just can’t help but hate myself and my life…