Dear God,
What am I supposed to do? How can I live the way You want me to and still have a "life"? You say that it's wrong to go out and get drunk even if it is only once in a while, and I can't cuss, smoke, or have any fun. Who are You? Aren't You supposed to "love" me or something like that? All You do is sit around in Heaven and make my life miserable.
Love,
your child
P.S. It'd be really nice if you would make things work out the way I want them to be...thanks! I know You'll pull through!
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