Dear God,

Let it be today. In your mercy, please allow me to die. I am no good to anyone; I am no good, period. It is all my fault; I accept that. I have no one to blame but myself, and I blame no one but myself. Which takes us back to my original point. I do not deserve the least of Your considerations; I deserve only death and hell, the eternal conscious torment of sinners (like me) that You delight in. There is no sense in putting off the inevitable; please kill me and send me to hell.