Or our relationship becomes in jepordy and then i get told im fucking vaing for effection and cant stand anything ljke i just want to know where youre at.

Also tired of the constant diminishing of my writing like yeah ive taken about a 7 month break,but like im pregnant chill out ill get back to it when im ready.

Fleeting art is sometimes the most theraputic. Like if it ends up looking like shit ill just try again later. Theres not pressure in the perfect look as long as youre happy with the outcome. Like idk.

I was meant to frolic in the forest, live in a cottage where someone takes care of me and i just do whimsical shit all day.

Be doing the shit yoy want from me.

Bc they just read into it when what im saying has no more meaning then what i said verbatim. Like yeah you can hold me to allistic standards but im never going to meet them. Idk allistics think i sound snotty. Like idk i dont want to be interacting as deeply as yall want me to. I dont want to

Tell me wtf im saying thats upsetting you bc i think im holding normal ass conversations. Its so weird that someone whos diagnosed autistic would be like well i can read the signs like you mean you can make shit up bc im not meaning any of that. I cant say nothing