Why does this have to happen to me?

Posted 19th August 2016 612

So the past week or two have been horrible. From my brother getting a car he doesn’t deserve to me not making it into the first varsity golf tournament tomorrow.
When I golfed today, I was horrible. It didn’t help that I was playing for a place in the tournament tomorrow. Well whenever I took a shot, it was always bad. And when I rarely made a good hit and went where I needed it to, the group I was golfing with never acknowledged it. And when another person made a shot worse than my best ones, they acknowledged hers as, “Oh it’s okay, the next one will be good.” Wtf?! why does she deserve better comments or a comment at all?
Then after practice, which was horrible, we went to a shop to try on pants for the team that the Captain wanted us to wear this year. When I climbed into the car I was getting into, my wallet dropped out of my pocket and landed on the parking lot ground. I didn’t realize it was gone until we got down the road when I didn’t feel it in my pocket. So I called the club house at the place to see if they could find it, and they asked for a number to call back. I accidentally gave them my mom’s number so she got the call when they found my wallet in the parking lot. The wallet had about $120 in it. I was scared that I wouldn’t find it again.
The pants we tried on were from Lululemon, and were obviously expensive. The Captain asked us if we were okay with the pants and everything when we found out that they were $94 dollars. We didn’t tell her that we weren’t fine with it, since it was her year to pick them out and we were put on the spot that we needed a decision at that moment in time because we were paying.
When I was talking to another player about this, she over heard and freaked out. “Oh so now you guys aren’t fine with this? Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” I hate her for making us pay $94 for a pair of pants that are too baggy to wear anywhere in public besides the golf course and are navy blue, not black.
So when I got home, I secluded myself to my room. I cried. I am not playing in the first tournament for my team, instead two freshman are in my place. One of them deserve to be there, the other is questionable.
I really hope that tomorrow is better, I need it to be better for my sanity.