Dear Jehovah.

And in my darkest hours I look to you. If you’re there I pray you hear me. My voice may ache but I am sincere. My eyes are swollen with tears but I want to see clearly. Tears stain my cheeks and it shows my fears. But I am here and if you’re there I pray you hear me. I pray. I pray. I pray. I pray you hear me.

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Ukulele Chant.

Time is always ticking, never ending clicking. Countdown…4,3,2,1…start and never stop…on and on to the very top, breathe in breathe out, give it all you got, never a moments rest, this is your test, you gotta be the very best but remember not to stress, because que será será and you’ll always go very far.

The Faucet Is Running.

My mind is always racing. My thoughts won’t let me relax. I want to scream. I want to run away. I want someone to confide in. I am impatient. I want to burst. I can not sleep. Does any of this matter? I do not know who I am. I do not care but I have to care. I have to get through this. Why can’t I just take all my pills? I want to feel ok. Is this normal? I’m overthinking. I hate this. I hate it so much. This can’t be real. Why me? Why am I here? What do you want? Just leave me alone. I’m really trying. I really am.