people just have no idea, they don't live there, they don't want to know and would die before getting into the depth that i am in
i remember when i was still on the autism message boards and they complained about my abrasiveness and being hurt and i was thinking, well thats always what's it like for me, why should i spare you when i am living like this constantly
i don't have to be a martyr or play a martyr, i am a martyr
mother teresa's rule “accept insult and injury” “accept injury and insults” really resonated with me
its what i tell myself now
i am like a transparent ghost on a killing field, my blood is and isn't
i don't want to go on living like this
one day i will just get too tired of it
i have no escape