stresso esspresso

theatre is kicking my assssss yall i am dying. so- for context to this story. i am autistic. and getting into arguements, even joke ones, makes me extremely overstimulated. ok so what happened is i was working on patterns in theatre, and we were talking about the oscars. (we being me and this other kid... lets call him grandaddy long legs) so grandaddy long legs keeps telling me that i'm saying cillian murphys name wrong (i have a mild hyperfixation on that man, ik how to pronounce his fucking name). and i kept telling him to leave me alone about it and he wouldn't and it just- wasn't good. and he didn't mean bad but sometimes he just doesn't know when to stop yk?