Dear God,
Can you please finish my dinner for me? Im feeling a bit lonely and i think i might throw up. People (the voices in my head) tell me to just watch t.v. They tell me to go to a bar. I dont want to. Is there something wrong with me? Are you the one telling me to do these things? God, do you hide under the kitchen table every night? Are you the one making the gunshot noises outside? Can I make some decisions? Do you need a spoon? Ok, here you go, Ill see you in the morning.

Love,
Drew