I can’t even begin to explain to you how sad I am without you in my life. I feel like a zombie, walking around without a guide. I need you back, God. But, I’m so scared. I’m scared of loosing friends. I’m scared of what people will say. I’m scared of if people will judge me. Show me, God, tell me how to do this. I need to get back to you. I need you. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t act like someone I’m not meant to be. I’m not meant to be a drinker. A smoker. A partier. I’m meant to be a servant to you. Why did I start my life out this way? To be cool? To fit in? Well, even all that isn’t good enough for me. I need something greater than a joint, a ciggarette, or a beer. I need something that will fufill me for the rest of my life. I need you. I need you more than anything. I’m just so scared. I dedicate the next week of my life to you. Help me again. Help me, God. I need you. I love you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. AMEN.