Some days I just want to climb inside my own skin and hide.

Old memories are always there. Like they happened yesterday.

That sad sinking feeling you get when you don't fit in even with other autistics

Don't be sad that I'm autistic. Love me for who I am. All of me. Some things are difficult for me but I'm okay as I am.

I look out onto this world I'm in and hope that one day all people will be accepted and valued as they are.

I could sum up my younger life in one word.-Misunderstanding. Most of my school life was spend in protection mode. Which made any 'benefit' I could get from socializing, useless.

Standing alone, walking my own path. Rearranging my thoughts. Pushing worries away. Climbing out of the fog, towards freedom of mind.

Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival

Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?

What are all these writers fighting for? For their own victory or for the victory of their profession?

My boyfriend calls me 'princess', but I think of myself more along the lines of 'monkey' and 'retard'.

Be nice to nerds, they'll probably be your boss one day.

For me, I have to go out and people have to already like me for my promo to be good.

Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind.

Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.

[Donald Trump] was a better candidate; that's how he won.

If we didn't have understanding of our journey, we wouldn't be able to go on. We'd be stuck, like, 'Why me?'

It could all be so simple, but you'd rather make it hard, lovin you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars, tell me who i have to be, to get some reciprocity.