Autistic Loneliness Is So Unbearably Complicated.

Autistic loneliness is so unbearably complicated.

The craving of wanting a warm and cosy relationship eats you up but the repulsion towards opening up about yourself always lingers like a sheen of invisible frost.

A kaleidoscope of secrets lies under your skin that begs to be released but is not made for the horrors of the outside world. It's too bright, too weird, too different for others to understand it. So it remains caged within, festering and crumbling under the barely-there weight of emptiness.

Regardless of how well you can mutilate and crimp yourself into a more-palatable human form, you'll always be that outsider who almost doesn't fit the guidelines of a regular human.

My gender is a void, a void containing a myriad of swirling galaxies, pulsing nebulae and white-hot quasars. Just like the universe, it's true identity can never be known by myself, much less anyone who has never experienced it

Oh, to live here all alone

by seaofsteps

I got Vanya! :D

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Thinking of Alyosha Karamazov as an angel of death; powerless to stop the tragedies around him yet continually a witness of them, a voice that echoes messages and communicates anguish between people, a healthy, red- cheeked face in a sea of yellowish sickly faces, like a beautiful vision during feverish delirium, living in and out of the world, a visitor during inevitably fatal times that nobody dares to drive out.

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