Listen, Listen. I Do Struggle With Knowing Im Autistic, But Until I Met That One Boy At My Church I Never

Listen, listen. I do struggle with knowing I’m autistic, but until I met that one boy at my church I never knew how easy it was to connect with people who were on the same radio waves as you. I asked him if the chain on his pocket was a pocket watch as a joke bc a lot of the guys at my school worn chains from their belt loop to their pocket at the time and, to my surprise, he whipped out a beautiful silver pocket watch and said, ‘You know it.’ And then from the (less noticeable) chain on my pocket I took out my bronze pocket watch which is broken now but oh my god have I never felt more normal.

Sorry what was that? Gimme a second I’m rotating Jotaro Kujo in my head like the polish cow

Dude I want to go home like I know I’m sitting in my bed but dude

I’m in the depths of depression where I decided to go somewhere, got the energy drained out of me halfway through getting there, stayed in the car, and am now trying to listen to the JoJos bizarre Adventure soundtrack to ignite some sort of feeling for my favourite show of all time and eating more and more gum tic tacs until they form a ball in my mouth

Nvm I lied it was that one Australian lady from H2O

No no no no wait wait I DO remember my first fictional-character crush it was BRAHMS the guy that snuck food from the kitchen like a rat and made most of the house a fire hazard like a rat and lived in the walls like a rat

I will NOT go on my phone *reads harder*