You don't know what you want. You barely communicate. You say plenty, but most of it's just to fill the silence. I cannot blame you for this, because I know that deep down you don't realise what you're doing. I know that deep down you're scared and confused; you only want to feel safe. To feel good about your choices. To have things righted. But you make some stupid fucking choices. You burn all your bridges, then say it was an accident. You want a quick-fix solution to something that's been breaking for years. You told me that when you prayed, you never knew what to say. You said you never knew how to level with God. Be honest with yourself, maybe that'll help. When you aren't trying to lie to yourself, then you'll know what to tell God. And everyone else. Hell, you might even finish your book.
But I don't have much faith in any of that.
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