My behavior tortures me. I want so much, I want everything.
My behavior tortures me. I can’t hide from You, Omniscient God. You know how much my behavior tortures me. I don’t act well. My manners show desperate fluctuations. I usually travel between extremes. My condition oppresses me so much, God, often I exhibit a bad picture of myself. My relationships with other people are not developing well at all. One day I seem stupidly rude and impolite, and the next day I reach a level