Dear Diary, Today was the worst Sunday I think I've ever, ever had. It was like, the second time I went to my new ward and, oh, it was awful. NOBODY TALKED TO ME. I'm not even joking. I felt like some freaking leper or something. We even had a YW's lesson on friendship and being kind and reaching out to people. Girls got up and bore their testimonies about how much their friends meant to them. Hypocrites. Freaking hypocrites. You think anyone talked to me after the "reach out to new people" lesson? NO. They all scattered from me, and I when I left the room the YW leader and the Bishop said goodbye. No one else even looked at me. It was the worst feeling ever. The second I got outside of the building I started bawling, and didn't stop for almost an hour. I miss second ward so much! They were *seriously* the best girls ever. They are my family. Second ward is my HOME. And now my home is invaded with all these cruel strangers. I do wish we were in a different building. There are so many memories--GOOD memories--of each room in that chapel, but now they're all being replaced with feelings of rejection. And it's not just that I know the girls in 2nd ward, so I love them. I keep remembering each new girl we've ever welcomed into our ward. We truly WELCOMED them! We always tried as hard as possible to make them feel loved, because, honestly, we DID love them as soon as they stepped foot in 2nd ward. And 6th ward just DOESN'T do that. One girl I was sitting by literally TURNED HER BACK on me for about ten minutes, so I couldn't talk to her or anyone else. I wanted to die, I was so embarressed and hurt. It was someone I know pretty well, too. I know this may not seem like a big deal, but... I just don't want ANOTHER trial in my life. I'm going through all this hard stuff; why do I have to be thrust into a new ward? Just so they can reject me??? I don't want to be rejected. I've had enough rejection in my life lately. Why rub it in my face that I'm *obviously* a loser and unworthy of friends? Sigh. I swear, I am NOT going back. I don't care what my parents or the Bishop or anyone else says. I don't want to forgive them. I just wanted to feel accepted, just a little bit! But they couldn't do that. And I"m not going to give them the opprotunity to reject me again... I just want to go home, to my second ward... I miss my family so much... They loved me there... Even if I wasn't feeling up to going to church, I always felt better after I went, because they LOVED me... I miss that. I miss knowing that twice a week I'm going to spend time with girls who love me for who I am... I used to spend time with two groups of people who loved me: My family, and 2nd Ward. Now I can't be a part of 2nd Ward anymore... Love, Lisa Ann