Dear God, please bring me back to third year. Please. Or, make this school year end right now. Senior year is so not my year. Please bring me back to III-4.
And Lord, help me to accept that teaching is not for me. With my attitude towards certain people in school, please Lord, help me to accept. Help me realize that maybe I was made to be a healer. Lord, just please enlighten me.
This is the most unworthy prayer that I’ve ever written, but I was taught that when I pray, I should converse with You as if You were my best friend. So that’s what I did. Sorry, God. I couldn’t help it anymore.
Thank You for listening. Now, it’s my turn to listen.