im so overstimulated i jus need to not have senses for a week straight
like vision and taste yeah ill keep that, but no hearing, touch or smell cuz yuck
when you find a song that the tempo is the exact same as your walking speed (~125bpm for me) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
:chow the fuck is it already almost november, it still feels like march of 2020
when you want to spend money but you have no money to spend <<<<<<<<<<<
it's crazy how im allowed to drive a 3000lb chunk of metal at 80mph at 5am while running on 4 hours of sleep and a double chocolate chip muffin from costco
i wanna be more like a mcflurry machine: accepted for being dysfunctional, and celebrated when doing the bare minimum
the feminine urge to latibulate
(to hide in a corner to avoid reality or wait until conditions improve)
if you don't like candy corn we can't be friends. sorry not sorry
i swear applying for jobs is a hell specifically designed to torture autistic people
you're expected to lie a little bit, and being too honest is penalized
you have to do interviews and wear uncomfy clothes while making eye contact with people
in those interviews you're getting asked all these questions about yourself and you're supposed to know how to respond in just the right way to make yourself seem appealing
you're supposed to say all these reasons how and why you're a good worker when most of the time you don't even understand anything about yourself or what you're expected to do
you have to ask people to be references for you which is especially hell for people with anxiety
and then you're supposed understand all of this naturally even though nobody taught you anything about it