I'm putting up post-it notes on my wall. They're letters to Jesus in handwritten scrawl.
"Lord, give me the strength to go on. The dishes my housemates left in the sink are starting to pong."
"Jesus..... I'm scared, I wasn't prepared for her to have perfect hair. She had three uniform ringlets just hanging there, I tried hard not to stare. I'm not a lesbian I swear, so I hope you don't care."
"God, my housemates didn't give me their rent again. I overheard them, they said I was a four out of ten."
"Father, I sinned, I swore and I cussed, I'm probably pregnant and my heart's gunna bust."
"Christ, do you hear me? Do you care at all? I know in the grand scheme of things I'm pretty small, but I have nothing... nothing else anymore."