Dear Josh,
I don't think I can keep going to Church. I only managed to last a couple of months. I'm such a failure. I'm sorry. All it reminds me of is how awful a person I am. I'm too sinful to be on this planet. All I've ever done is wrongful doings.
My entire family hates me. I have no friends. Even at Church everyone is disgusted by my presence, probably knowing who I am, or rather what I am. Even God probably loathes me, regrets ever creating me. He must look down upon me with nothing but contempt, the same way i see myself in the mirror.
I hate this.
I hate this pain. I want someone to take this away. Why won't you take it away?
Why, Josh?
Why won't you take my pain away?
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Dear Josh,
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