I tell God what I really feel. I think God will let the world know and give me what I want if I be a good girl. But it doesn’t. Life is not that simple.
So I ask my self, can’t I just be an evil if the world is not giving what I want. But then I brood. I’m being a well-behaved girl not for the sake of God’s promise of giving me more. But it’s just the heart that telling me to. Because even when God is not giving what I want, my heart keep telling me to keep being a good girl. A good girl in my own-term, because I believe God knows me more than what I do. I was God’s artistical creation anyway.