[don't read this if you're likely to be upset by material concerning religion.] Dear God, where were you when I needed you the most? When I looked to you, desperate for guidance, answers, anything, really, I couldn't find you. You were gone. You abandoned me. How could you do that? I didn't ask for much -- just a helping hand, even a sign, but that was too much for you. Why? Why did you leave me when I was weakest? But, God, it doesn't matter, now. I don't need to look to you for help anymore. Because when you weren't helping me, I was helping myself. And I made it through. Maybe you didn't want me to. I don't care. I don't care what you want because I made it without you, and now, God? Now I don't need you.