I think I’ve decided with poetry and maybe just life in general I’m gonna try and be more proactive and stuff when it comes to y’know… autistic-mentalhealthy shiiit. I guess I feel like at times I’ve not totally gotten out of the trap of fully embrace that it’s what I am, I’m still snug in the hole of ‘Oh really! Well you could never tell you have it/them" and I don’t think it’s a stretch to say, my lack of progress In my social life is being half in and half out, I think people smell a rat like: WELL WHAT IS IT!?

I guess I’m so scared of being the guy that blames all short commings and bad things on like…. ableism. I mean we’ve all met THAT person before and like, what a fucking pain right? But again I think apprehension has led to me falling in that trap of I dunno….. not commenting on anything ever when it feels like, well if it’s not me then who possibly would right? I guess I’m sick of being so rejected by society the closer I get to knowing more about myself that I think… you know what? Fuck it, go full ham with it haha not like I got owt to lose. AND WITH THAT, look the fuck forward to my future poems! :L