Dear God,

I'm so tired, and my heart is exhausted. I don't have answers to many things and so I often make mistakes or do things that wither me. I'm so sorry I leave myself to material pleasures. It's so ugly and unpleasant to look at myself wanting these things. I can't go to bed without admitting I was sinful.

Do you really love me god? can you show me how? I always assume you love me in a certain way that my mind decides is too utopian when there's serious trouble

and for the record when I check this blog later, things are a lot better, my soul is in a different place, I just keep polluting it sometimes and I need to resolve that

Love,
Me