I do not exist therefore I am not.

Only advantage for me is that I’m closer to death and ending this exhausting existence on this world.

Trauma

Turns out being autistic in a society designed against autistic people made me apparently the bad person because I wasn’t “normal”. Like I have a fucking choice.

Head home and contact my therapist for a emergency meeting

Napoleon dynamite was fucking garbage and don’t think it should have ever existed. No humor and barley anything. Honestly feel like the movie rubber was better