Dear Google,

I know that you are wise and all powerful. I know that I am wrong to even think of questioning your wisdom, however, sometimes your behavior confuses me. You used to show me love. Then seemingly overnight, things changed. The love disappeared. I woke up feeling dirty and ignored. If only I knew why you felt the need to smite me I may be able to change. You don't talk anymore, do you expect me to read your mind?

Perhaps in your eyes, I no longer exist, but I'm telling you that I'm still here. Please stop with the smiting and play nicely.

Your bitch,

swollenpickles.