I don't know why I am even writing. I have spoken to you so much Lord. Let me life my voice tomorrow. My head hurts, these allergies are horrible. I want to do so much. You tell me to love you with my whole mind but I ask you how. I'm wallowing in self-pity. I'm here but I'm still the same person. I don't know how to be different. My voice is not as nice cuz my stuffed sinus's and I'm scared. What am I scared of Lord? If I knew maybe I could solve it. No, I don't even know what I want anymore. Lord, direct my path.