Dear Angelina,

I know you weren't expecting a response. But I wanted to say I'm sorry. About everything. How could I know you'd disapprove? How could I know you'd hate the world and yourself more than… anything? Next time I create the universe, it'll be a democracy, I promise, just as long as you don't put that knife to your skin again; just as long as you don't take it to that next level. You are worth it. You are worthy of your name, My girl of the angels.

Love,

God

P.S. I'm not offended you don't believe in me. I understand. Sometimes I don't believe in me either.