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little aspie

by hypotheticalpersonality

It's pure madness. It is. You think all these weird and strange and impossible thoughts, and you just want to, no, need to, tell someone every little thing you've ever thought. But you can't. Because you're absolutely terrified of what they'll think of you. Because they'll judge you for being different. For being abnormal. They'll judge you for being you. And then your mind starts to move at a thousand miles per hour to form logical reasons why you can't be the same as them. Your head begins to spin because of all these thoughts colliding, and you can't stop it. You couldn't stop it even if you tried. Even if you wanted to. Then, your mind, it... it just dies. As if it were pushed to its absolute limit. You feel horrible, and it's all because you don't know anyone could possibly comprehend you when you can't even do it yourself. Then, to punish yourself. To feel numb. You cut yourself. And you bleed. And scar. You hide it so that no one will ever know. And the worst part? It works.
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20 / Cisgender Female
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Written by
hypotheticalpersonality
20 / Cisgender Female
Published
Nov 19, 2014
Time
2m
Tags
#imagination#self-harm#si#judgement#autistic#vent#autism#abnormal#aspergers#aspie
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