~ Dear Google, Why do I chew up popsicle sticks? Why do I rock back and forth? Why does my head twitch sometimes? Why won't my ears stop ringing? Dear Google, What's wrong with me? Why am I so moody? Why can't I forget what happened? Why can't I tell anyone? Dear Google, Why do I pace my driveway and talk to myself? And why do I talk to people who aren't there with me? Why did the evergreens seem to twist and distort when I stared at them with empty eyes? Why did I collapse and cry? Dear Google, Why haven't I run away yet? Why am I not free yet? Why do I allow myself to be trapped here? Why hasn't she left? Dear Google, Why is there more than one 'version' of me? Why do I talk as these versions? Why do they all have different voices and personalities? Why are they so mean? Dear Google, Why do I even try? Why am I still alive? Why don't I just end it all? Why? ~