Age: 18 year 0 months 6 days

Hey God. Yet another day where I do not have the time I would like with you. It’s 12:20am, so I guess it’s really the start if a new day.

I love my friends. Redacted and his friend (redacted, I think) are going to try to fix my car. It will still cost a lot but it’s better than buying a new car. They are really great people. I want to hang out with redacted more often than I do.

This car stuff is a pain, but I’m blessed with enough money to fix it and still do fun things like skydiving. I can’t wait. I wonder if redacted has a job yet.

So God, hi. I want to talk to you about redacted, but I want to talk to you, not daydream. And you probably have other things you want to tell me. God, I want to spend more time with you. We’re still good, but I want to do more. Help me wake up on time for work tomorrow also.

Can we talk about redacted because I really want to do your will with redacted and I don’t want to mess things up. What’s there to say? I can see myself marrying him. I see that things won’t always be pleasant, but I could marry him. I don’t know what I want. I find it so weird though that I like his taste in movies. I hardly think anyone has good taste in movies. Well, no, not good taste, because people know good movies, but I’m talking about similar taste on bad movies. They’re not bad movie though, just not the greatest movies ever made.

Anyway God. I like redacted, but I’m not worried about how things will happen. You’re right, we don’t need to talk about him, I like thinking about him though God. Whatever you want is best. God, I’m sick of writing to you, can we talk? No, maybe not, my mind may wander. I don’t know if I can focus, but I’ll try.

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