i feel like my autism is a curse, heres some more writing about birds, short but eh im tired its like 8 pm here so whatever
i am cursed with what i could call a sort of “wrongness” in the brain, and no magic can fix it.
woe is i! i am truly a melodramatic thing, a moron of gargantuan proportions! if i could reach within my skull and grab at the grey flesh that gives me suffering, i would crush it and never think again.
there is no therapy or medicine that will cure my own illness, and there are no eyes or ears who i would dare show and tell my pains to! i am no pet at a show, i am a dying bird in a place where nobody would ever find me. there are no eyes to bare witness to my depressing form, and there are no hands to carry me to a light that blinds me, and i don’t know if i should be furious or tired.