*puts hands over ears and hums*

Okay. Another complaining blog post.

I HATE HATE HATE when people throw God in my face. Yes. I'm a Christian. Yes. I love God. But I hate when I tell my family something i'm excited for, and they use it against me in the worst ways.

It's undeniable that I suck at math, and that's the whole reason Math came up. I took my Algebra 2 test, and I got 5 wrong out of 25. Of course I think I'm brilliant; of course my parents think I failed.

So, my parents start doing the parental blithering, they come out with the phrase "I notice that you don't apply yourself."

So, I burst into tears at this point.

I was kind of hoping that I would miraculously faint, and have to be rushed to the hospital in a rush, and then maybe we could just forget about the whole thing.

My Dad threw something in my face that I wasn't expecting. He KNOWS that I really love worship leading, and that's what I want to do, but he told me "A real worship leader is always looking for God's approval...Which means honoring your parents. Which you're not doing, which is a sin."

OUCH!



In the last two days I have only thought of how much I'm sick of life. I'm not happy at all about what's going on, I feel like everything has a big fat red denied stamp on it, and there is no other options.

I told my friend this, and she said that I "Just started running, don't quit now." I needed that. I need that.

I just need some basic, life necessities. AND, I need a math tutor. haha.