Elijah felt broken and just terrible. "I.. I am sorry. I must be the entire worst person in the entire church. I come to you for confession, yet I am not happy with your advice. I want to be a good Catholic and follow as I should. But it seems like I was born to have trouble obeying." He sniffed and shook his head. "Or maybe I'm just making excuses. I don't know anymore. I just know, I'm not happy and it feels like the harder I try the less happy I am. I .." He stood weakly and wiped his eyes. "Maybe I should just go.. and think about things. I feel like, I don't know what to do anymore."