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September 22, 2012
There's this prayer I used to pray every single morning before school. I don't know when I stopped praying it or what made me stop. I know that nobody explicitly told me to. I suppose my life was getting out of control and I didn't even feel worthy enough to talk to God, even if all my talk was just reciting words off a piece of paper. I sort of feel that way now: unworthy. I know that God even forgives murderers, but I wonder why he should forgive me. It wasn't like I didn't know what I was doing.