Sad to say that my life really not amazing. Its hard to admit
that on sad public platform that I am not ok. I type with great difficulty
getting my body TOGETHER to even say anything worthwhile is difficult. I am
starting to think that my freezing my obsessions with touching my clothes and
sensory, overload is just me now. Its not really the bold one eyed pirate
plundering the seven seas of autism anymore. I am just drowning in this sea
where I talk to voices in my head because fc dreadful lifesaver to being human
is now a cursed anchor that chains me to wretched dependent lonely existence. I
hate being unable to talk or type by myself. This is so crap and makes me so
sick in my heart and so I resume my sad fake smiles.
Typing time: [55mins]
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