Sustained

 I get into bad moods. I say crap I don't want to say, but do. 

I don't think I would say it if you were here. I am ashamed. I feel unwanted and unloved. 

The time I spend here has become the most favorite of any, because it is my connection. It makes me feel more spiritual than ever. I really don't care what people have to say elsewhere, because I'd rather think about you. 

The Angel prepared me, you sustained me.

I want to be with you in whatever Heaven is too. It is my wish, my dream.