This chapter is dedicated to the question why? Now you might be wondering why I'm making this or what this is supposed to mean. Well, I just thought it would be all poetic and cool and I am a sucker for sick Percy Jackson references. First up, why did I start writing a story in which I share private things publically and become an open book? This will probably be the answer for a lot of things, but I was bored. I had nothing to do and two months to do just that. I had a Wattpad but I never used it and I thought it would be fun to mess around on it and this happened. Next, why am I extremely depressed and anxious all the time? It's hard to say exactly why I'm depressed and fucked up in the head. As far as I know, I've been just a little depressed my whole life. Part of it is not feeling like I belong, which I've gotten over. I also have a lot of family issues and we all love each other, but we're all so different and that gets in between us sometimes. I'm a lesbian in an extremely Christian family and my brother and I aren't very good Christians, I'll admit. As for my anxiety, I have a problem with talking to people. I don't like telling people things because I don't want to feel like they need to solve my problems for me or feel like they have to give me tons of sympathy. I grew up in a culture where unless you're dying or possessed, you don't ask for help and it's frowned upon to trouble others when it's unnecessary to. That's one of the many reasons why I don't open up to people. Since I don't talk about things, I get anxious and worry about the smallest things. Now, the question that everyone wonders, why are you such a crackhead?  You see, when you're the child of  a tater tot and a tiger (long story) you get kinda insane in the membrane. Those are some why questions. Answer some of your own why questions in the comments and leave some things you guys want me to do in the future. Keep calm and volunteer as tribute. Peace Out ;)