My Confused Child

my magnum opus

This song is so great

I miss him

He has someone else now.

He is no longer staring at me in class.

I miss him.

I miss the way he would look at me when someone said something dumb.

I miss the way he would tell me goodnight at nearly midnight because we were sharing our favorite music.

I miss playing 20 questions and talking about random things.

I miss how I would call him dork and he would call me nerd.

I miss the way he would screenshot my snaps because he thought I was beautiful.

He is happy now.

He has someone else.

She makes him happier than I ever would have.

I wish things had worked out different.

Until I can move on, I will just remember our first date (my first ever date) and holding hand on the bus.  I will remember laying my head on his shoulders while we slept on our way to the museum.  I will remember the way he looked when I was excited about something.  I will remember the way he cared for me.  And the way he would ruin his sleep schedule to make sure I was okay.  And the way he would still come to me when he was feeling down even after we parted ways.  I will remember him, and feel happy that he is happy.  That he is content with his current relationship.

I miss him, but I am grateful that he is happy and healthy and still the man I remember him to be.

I loved him, but that is in the past.  He was my first love.  And for a while, my last.  But I a happy that my path crossed with his and that I was able to have the experiences that I did.  

I miss him, and I’m sure he missed me. But now he has her, and he is happy.

do you take constructive criticism?

Pee

yes my long little babies!!

Let’s be long with mama

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Cabin by Sandis Helvigs

thanks I hate it

You can smear ketchup all over your body and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop you. (source)

You don’t need loads of friends. 1 or 2 is about all I could ever handle. I have always looked for other shy people — someone with a band T-shirt from a band I liked — quiet people. Just be yourself. You’re worth having as a friend exactly as you are.

this is sweet.  I love friends, but i only have about one or two.  I would love to have you as a friend.

I think some of you forgot that autistic people sometimes act strange and say things that are poorly worded and speak with incorrect tone and misunderstand or miss social cues because they are autistic