St. Therese (my Confirmation Saint) has answers for EVERYTHING!

For instance, so often, it is so difficult for me to find the right words to say when I'm praying, but she wrote:

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.  However, this Divine Guest of the tabernacle understands all, even the silence of a child's soul filled with gratitude.  When I am before the tabernacle, I can say only one thing to Our Lord: ‘My God, you know that I love you’and I feel my prayer does not tire Jesus.”

Very St. Peter-ish of her

Sometimes, I just need to know how to make it through the day without falling apart:

To bear the exile of this valley of tears I need the glance of my Divine Savior.  This glance full of love has revealed its charms to me.  It has made me sense the happiness of Heaven.  My Jesus smiles at me when I sigh to Him.  Then I no longer feel my trial of faith.  My God’s Glance, His ravishing Smile, That is Heaven for me!

Sometimes, I don't feel loved, or I feel like I'm not needed or wanted by anyone:

Do you realize that Jesus is there in the Blessed Sacrament expressly for you, for you alone? He burns with the desire to come into your heart.

Even when JPII is holding Him, He still wants YOU!

 Sometimes, I get caught up in the things of this world and forget about what's truly important:

How I loved the feasts...I especially loved the processions in honor of the Blessed Sacrament.  What a joy it was for me to throw flowers beneath the feet of God...I was never so happy as when I saw my roses touch the sacred Monstrance.

This is not what's truly important, by the way

At other times, I just want to emulate the Saints and quote their prayers:

St. Therese was asked what she did when praying. She said, "I don't do anything, I just love him!"

 Stop making me look stupid, patron saint!

Of course, there are also those times when I fall asleep during Adoration: 

That I fall asleep so often during meditation, and thanksgiving after Communion, should distress me. Well, I am not distressed. I reflect that little children are equally dear to their parents whether they are asleep or awake; that, in order to perform operations, doctors put their patients to sleep; and finally that "The Lord knoweth our frame, He remembereth that we are but dust." Yet, apparently barren as was my retreat—and those which followed have been no less so—I unconsciously received many interior lights on the best means of pleasing God, and practising virtue. I have often observed that Our Lord will not give me any store of provisions, but nourishes me each moment with food that is ever new; I find it within me without knowing how it has come there. I simply believe that it is Jesus Himself hidden in my poor heart, who is secretly at work, inspiring me with what He wishes me to do as each occasion arises.

Apparently, falling asleep in Adoration is way more like this 

Than like this

And when I keep falling asleep in Adoration time and time again, she reminds me to pray this prayer:

O Jesus, Your little bird is happy to be weak and little. What would become of it if it were big? Never would it have the boldness to appear in Your presence, to fall asleep in front of You. Yes, this is still one of the weaknesses of the little bird: when it wants to fix its gaze upon the Divine Sun, and when the clouds prevent it from seeing a single ray of that Sun, in spite of itself, its little eyes close, its little head is hidden beneath its wing, and the poor little thing falls asleep, believing all the time that it is fixing its gaze upon its Dear Star. When it awakens, it doesn’t feel desolate; its little heart is at peace and it begins once again its work of love. It calls upon the angels and saints who rise like eagles before the consuming Fire, and since this is the object of the little bird’s desire the eagles take pity on it, protecting and defending it, and putting to flight at the same time the vultures who want to devour it. These vultures are the demons whom the little bird doesn’t fear, for it is not destined to be their prey but the prey of the Eagle whom it contemplates in the center of the Sun of Love.

I'm just gonna sit here until Jesus teaches me how to fly. 

In summary, St. Therese has an answer for everything. That answer is to go to the Eucharist and love Jesus, always.