for a long time i felt chained in a basement somewhere the faces of my captors hidden as i writhed against rusted shackles they surrounded me with doctors, therapists, all the like made me feel like there was something wrong with me hell, maybe there actually might've been but it wasn't what they were trying to cure
i was furiously dragged away from any chance of success but not by a diagnosis or approximation i was bullied into failure by those supposed to care for me those who tried to "fix" me
they broke me as a child i died pretty long ago, the candles in my soul they went out maybe a decade ago but im still here, trying my best to ignite them again 'cause most people i know havent even lit theirs yet
someone i used to be really close to just found out they're on the spectrum and they arent taking it too well i really doubt they'll see this, but on the offchance: its not going to stop you, trust me
you're a talented ******* with more going on in that head than 95% of the dull ******* that will ever tell you that you won't amount to anythnig.
you wont disintegrate, you aren't stunted and you aren't a ****** savant, you're a **** good writer, an amazing artist and one of the most switched-on people ive ever met. we're just playing this ****** ******* game on a higher difficulty, bigger risk bigger reward yknow