Stop Asking.

They ask too many questions.

Why do you pick at your skin?

Why is your hand shaking?

Are you okay?

Do you want me to come with you?

What’s going on?

Do you need help?

Are you sick?

Do you want to go home?

Why won’t you say anything?

What’s on your computer screen?

What are you reading?

Are you okay?

What is your problem?

Are you ill?

Why can’t you come to class?

Why aren’t you paying attention?

What are you writing?

What are you drawing?

Are you okay?

What are you listening to?

Why did you come so late?

Are you okay?

How is she?

Will she be okay?

Are you okay?

What’s it like?

Are you okay?

How bad is it?

Are you okay?

Let me pick. Let me shake. Let me cry. Let me write. Let me feel.

Just stop asking about it.

I’m fine.