What's your tumblr?

i meant that she shouldn't feel alone bc there are other people who feel like her..

don't worry i interpreted it that way

So, let's call my best friend Sarah. And let's call her ex Bob. (okay, horrible fake names but stick with me)

So in like sixth grade, Sarah and Bob dated. It only ended when Bob sent her a picture of...well, yeah, you get the idea. Anyways, after that, Bob moved away and Sarah hasn't seen him since.

He just moved back to our school like a month or so ago. Him and Sarah started emailing and eventually they started texting too. And now Sarah likes him again.

Thing is, one day when Bob was texting Sarah, he told her he loved her. But when he told her this, he was dating some other chick. And then like a few days after, he broke up with the one girl and started dating another girl, and now he's just stopped talking to Sarah all together.

AND SHE STILL LIKES HIM

I never really trusted him in the beginning, and now my respect for Bob has just went to 0. Like, he's an asshole and yet for some reason, Sarah still wants him to crawl back to her?

I just want to give Bob a piece of my mind, and for Sarah, I want to get into her head that she deserves someone so much better.

okay but it really did not sound that way so be careful

well, talk to both of them, i guess.

smashes-le-keyboard-repeatedly

...Asperger's pluzzle, Asperger's. When I was a kid, I was such a talker. I'd babble on about dinosaurs. I talked so much. I started walking at the right time too. I was my parent's first child so they didn't notice anything untoward. Perhaps all children learnt the names of dinosaurs. Perhaps that is what children do.

And yet, sometimes, I'd just stop talking and stare out of the windows and think for almost hours on end in silence.

When I went to school, I did so very well in everything, except dealing with people, when I was seen to be violent and angry. They made fun of me, and I would think they were being serious, every time, and when I realised, I'd be so annoyed.

In retrospect, I think my anger was a part of my anxiety, which has entirely come to light now.

All autism did for my motor skills, pluzzle, was ensure I walked into door frames and couldn't write because it was too fiddly.

I don't know why you're smashing your keyboard. I meant autism spectrum disorders included.
Edit: oh that's your tumblr.
Hahahahhahahah. All children learn about dinosaurs. Definitely


I meant motor skills changing, or being affected so that they didn't learn to walk at the right time, or speak.

Kind of just sat here for about 10 minues twitching at the sight of my room. Random stuff all over the floor yet I can't bring myself to do anything about.

First world problems

Yes. Dummkopf.
And you wonder why you're dead to me!