Well, today wasn't too bad. The voices are doing their usual thing. The evil voice says evil things. The good voice says nice things but he also tells me to quit college, so I question whether or not he really cares for me. Both voices are pressuring me to quit. I probably won't quit though because I feel like I'd be letting down everyone who cares for me.
I made a mistake in one of my classes today, so I'm angry with myself about that. Hopefully things will work out.
I want to believe the gospel. My guidance counselor said it is "the good news."It really is good news. However, because of the signs I've been given I sometimes lose my faith. I keep putting my faith in the signs and not in God. Hopefully God didn't give me the signs. If he did, there really would be no hope for me. But if it is the devil who did it, maybe there is hope for me.
The signs basically said that whoever gave them to me is going to bury me alive under the house where I live. The devil voice has told me that I need to go into the crawlspace under the house and dig a hole six feet deep. If I do that I will able to free myself. He says it's a game that I need to play. I don't like it down there, though, and my parents have forbidden me to dig under the house. So I don't think I can do it.
Today I gave $5 and two Snapple diet ice teas to a homeless couple who lives in my neighborhood. So I guess that was my good deed for the day.
As night goes on, I'm feeling more depressed. Both me and my brother got haircuts tonight. I like my haircut. My mom wants me to trim my beard though. My beard is pretty long these days. I'm still worried about my salvation. I keep telling the good voice that I'm just too terrible.
The voices say I'm going to hell on August 25th and quitting school is the only way out. I'll have to see if they are right or not.
I made a mistake in one of my classes today, so I'm angry with myself about that. Hopefully things will work out.
I want to believe the gospel. My guidance counselor said it is "the good news."It really is good news. However, because of the signs I've been given I sometimes lose my faith. I keep putting my faith in the signs and not in God. Hopefully God didn't give me the signs. If he did, there really would be no hope for me. But if it is the devil who did it, maybe there is hope for me.
The signs basically said that whoever gave them to me is going to bury me alive under the house where I live. The devil voice has told me that I need to go into the crawlspace under the house and dig a hole six feet deep. If I do that I will able to free myself. He says it's a game that I need to play. I don't like it down there, though, and my parents have forbidden me to dig under the house. So I don't think I can do it.
Today I gave $5 and two Snapple diet ice teas to a homeless couple who lives in my neighborhood. So I guess that was my good deed for the day.
As night goes on, I'm feeling more depressed. Both me and my brother got haircuts tonight. I like my haircut. My mom wants me to trim my beard though. My beard is pretty long these days. I'm still worried about my salvation. I keep telling the good voice that I'm just too terrible.
The voices say I'm going to hell on August 25th and quitting school is the only way out. I'll have to see if they are right or not.