If anyone is up there listening,
please let me get better.
I don't want my throat to remain
as dry as the Sahara; when I
eat food, I don't want it to feel
like I'm shoving razor blades
down my gullet. Sure, missing
a day of school was nice,
but I want my health back.

Hey, Sir. Or Ma'am. Or however
you identify yourself. If you're
still listening to my pleas, then
while you're at it, bring my
grandparents back. It wasn't
cool of you to take them away
like that, before I ever got to
meet them. It's not fair. If I
kill someone, I get arrested
and go to jail.
You constantly kill people
and cause suffering, and
people worship you.

And what's up with that time
when you let me break my arm?
So much for being the Savior.
I thought you were supposed
to help us, not kick us down.
How about when Dad was out
of work? You don't know what
it's like to go 4 months in your
world, when the breadwinner
of our family can't even find
the yeast.

Listen, I'm sorry for all the blame.
It's just easy to make a
scapegoat out of someone I've
never met, or rather,
don't even know if they are real.
I do a lot of complaining, but
at the end, don't we all? Well
anyways, good talk.
Oh and if you could heal my
strep, that'd be great. Thanks.