I thought all of my doors were locked when I was a child. Every time I tried to open a window, I'd catch a glimpse of others outside. I'd find the colors of the world to be vivid, the TV allowing me to dream beyond the things I knew and encouragin me to live, to become something and share. Music was my escape. My room was littered with small, makeshift guitars, drawn pianos, and badly distributed ... » Continue Reading
I always wonder what is wrong with me. Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with everyone. I am not alone, but I am lonely. I can't believe anything people say. I don't feel like they are real. I don't know if they are. I can't trust anything. I don't even trust myself. I don't want to. My body is a limitation to the things I could do. My brain is in a cage of bone and flesh, and it fights to break ou... » Continue Reading
Hi. You can call me Dia. I'm 20 years old, and I'm autistic. A lot of people think that my diagnosis took control of my life, and often tell me I shouldn't let it define me. I think they should mind their own business, but it's nice to have something to laugh at. It's only been 13 days since 2025 started, and I am starting to feel the exhaustion of my 2024 catching up to my physical body. Have you... » Continue Reading
English is not my first language. I won't apologize for any mistakes. Safe, sound sleeping. Unique, urgent urges. Sulking, solemn silence. Utter understanding. » Continue Reading