Hey style.
There’s a parable about a little boy. Every week for shabbos he would come give his mother “flowerrs” that he picked, for shabbos. “Just like his tatty.” IUn reality these were weeds or little grasses he found around the neighborhood. But each week the mom (of course) would gush over how nice they are, and tank you and wtvr.
One week, the boy comes home. Throws flowers and tables and says in a really grouchy voice “Here’s your flowers” As if he was forced to give them to his mom. His mom procceeded to throw them away. “If you don’t want to give them to me, so don’t. I don’t need flowers. You need the good feelings you get when you give them to me”
HASHEM is the mom, we are the boy. Hashem doesnt need our tefillos or mitxvos. We need to do them, to lead fuffiling lives. We need to daven and make a connection so we can lead normal, proper, humanitary lives, so we know what’s right and wrong.
Your davening, doesn’t matter whaty you ask for is more of a relashenship. Think of him as your friend. She can’t fix your problems, but you vent to her, she comforts you. Hashem does that anjd more. Just vent. Say “I was annoyed when _____ happened. Why? But I know you love me…” tell him about your day and your life. It may sound silly at first, like “C’mon, Hashem knows my life” but oonce you start you get hooked. It’s like chatting with a friend…