Edit: cause I reread this monstrosity and realized I went too hard on the autism..
My mom just visited me today and acted like it was just another day. She has the trouble of grasping the concept that I am borderline suicidal, despite me blatantly LDAR, NEETING, and straight-up telling her I am depressed. In some ways, her "kind" gesture of her visites only gashes deeper into the wound especially when I see her all giddy every visit. It's another level of hopelessness when your birth giver have no issue with witnessing your slow agonizing descent into a state of butthurt, that could only be understood by the fifth-dimensional beings. When I was a child, my brother hated mother. At a certain point since we immigrated, my brother stopped calling her mother to this very day. He would always tell me what a retarded bitch our mother was, and warned me that under her guidance, I would become a homeless loser...Well, guess whose not homeless... I was only a young nigga at that time, so what does a boy gots to knows? All I know was I hated my brother for bringing his bitterness and negativity into the household, but now I know there is no stinky diarrhea without a dirty hairy asshole. Due to the culmination of life circumstances coupled with my einstein IQ decision-making abilities, I have arrived at this point where I am stuck with my mom. Fock. And probably for the foreseeable future cause I am returning to college. Fock. I have dried up my residual income due to crippin in the mean skreets of autist and depression BLVD., so moving out is no Bueno. I have also been mostly socially isolated for the past three years, therefore ruling me as a socially inept dwarf-like entity would not be far fetched. At the same time, I feel like I have nothing to lose, except maybe for coping with heroin when I retire from my proletariate duties, so let see how this second go at life will go. All I want is to be a normal fag, cope peacefully and maybe help another alike cope peacefully.
My mom just visited me today and acted like it was just another day. She has the trouble of grasping the concept that I am borderline suicidal, despite me blatantly LDAR, NEETING, and straight-up telling her I am depressed. In some ways, her "kind" gesture of her visites only gashes deeper into the wound especially when I see her all giddy every visit. It's another level of hopelessness when your birth giver have no issue with witnessing your slow agonizing descent into a state of butthurt, that could only be understood by the fifth-dimensional beings. When I was a child, my brother hated mother. At a certain point since we immigrated, my brother stopped calling her mother to this very day. He would always tell me what a retarded bitch our mother was, and warned me that under her guidance, I would become a homeless loser...Well, guess whose not homeless... I was only a young nigga at that time, so what does a boy gots to knows? All I know was I hated my brother for bringing his bitterness and negativity into the household, but now I know there is no stinky diarrhea without a dirty hairy asshole. Due to the culmination of life circumstances coupled with my einstein IQ decision-making abilities, I have arrived at this point where I am stuck with my mom. Fock. And probably for the foreseeable future cause I am returning to college. Fock. I have dried up my residual income due to crippin in the mean skreets of autist and depression BLVD., so moving out is no Bueno. I have also been mostly socially isolated for the past three years, therefore ruling me as a socially inept dwarf-like entity would not be far fetched. At the same time, I feel like I have nothing to lose, except maybe for coping with heroin when I retire from my proletariate duties, so let see how this second go at life will go. All I want is to be a normal fag, cope peacefully and maybe help another alike cope peacefully.
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