What's it called again?

Oh yeah.
Fury. Anger. Betrayal. Deep, deep disappointment.
Those would describe this boiling emotion screaming to get out right now.

It's day like this that I wish I could snap my fingers and somehow just arrive back at a more innocent period in my life. Those childhood days, where life was good, no trauma, no stress. Things were stable. The biggest worry of your day was whether or not you were having PB&J for lunch.

None of this.

My youth pastor told me recently that I have a thing called an over-achiever personality. I highly doubt it. I would be better at turning in HW on time. But he told me that just the fact that I worry about my grades, and that I calculate how much money I could make on min. wage to save for 4 months, and that I stress about the more important things shows I act this way. And then he went on to say that he worries about me beating up on myself too much. And that when things like this happen, I should actually talk to people.
His biggest support for that advising statement? He was the first one I had told any of this to. So, I guess he's right.

And I guess I can't go on living innocently, thinking I'd never encounter any of life's obstacles.
Like David, I'm growing with Him, but still find plenty of room to complain.