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aspergersDo you really know how it feels living with people with aspergers?
And nothing allowed to change.
Constantly being reminded how you are the responsible one,
Constantly reminded they are different.
It is like living in a game,
A game that never ends or changes.
With so much they get away with,
With so much you have to tip-toe around them.
It isn’t arrogance,
Or attention seeking,
Both require being socially inept,
Social they are not.
Not that easy is it?
But I love them nether the less…
Take a deep breath in my dear,Take a deep breath in my dear,
There is no need to fear.
Take my hand love,
We will wander free like a dove.
Take a look around honey,
Doesn’t this seem funny?
Look around at all these people,
Full of love and care,
These emotions they are willing to share.
the is darkness in every light chapter 9Chapter 9
Being in denial is better than accepting what is going on around you, not wanting to embrace the idea that what is happening is actually really happening. But why would you want to accept what is going on? Wouldn't that just bring you a whole world of pain? But sometimes is accepting is better than being in denial, it makes your stronger, it makes you see life more clearer than before but it leaves a dark place in your soul that will never be lighted up again. As I learned the heard way, in every light there is always some darkness you will never see till it is to late.
"you ready?" the school princepal asked me, I nodded even though it was a lie. I was as nervous as one could be, "well good luck," he said patting me on the back. Taking a deep breath, I took a step up the stairs up on the school stage. Looking in the eyes of all my peers, fear washed over me how could I possiably think I could do this? I looked to my left and there stood simon givin
there is darkness in every light chapter 8Chapter 8.
It is funny how the strangest things happen and you just can't explain them. How one minute everything is fine and the next it all goes down hill. One minutes your laughing and the next is endless hours of torture. Like one minute your best friend is in your bedroom and the next you find out she never really was.
"what do you mean she is gone? She was in my room not long ago, telling me how the docs let her out and she was referred to a shrink and promised to tell me when she was feeling like shit!" I say nearly screaming, my vision clouded from my tears.
"sweetie we are not making it up, Simon called us up several hours after you had gotten home, it happened not long after you left apprantly. They say it happened about 2 hours after you left." My mum says calmly.
I don't know what to say, was it even possiable to commit suicide in a hospital? Apprantly it was, mum and dad slowly tried to explain that once her room was emptied she snuck out to the kitchen find
Most people like cats or compuMost people like cats or computer some even gnomes, but me? I like antique umbrella's, strange fetish I know but I can't help myself I even have a whole room dedicated to umbrellas and a whole album of every single one. I have about 50, antique umbrellas are very hard to come by so to fancy things up I go to gift shops around the world and collect umbrella's you can't get in shoes and dub them antique umbrellas.
But as I said everyone has a strangeobsession, as I also said mine is for antique umbrellas. The adrenaline rushing through my veins as I think of them sends shivers down my spines. And I know someday antique umbrella's will not be a thing of the past but instead a thing of the future.
she wolfHowling in the night, her independence glowing so brightly. She is as powerful as any other with a beauty to match her intelligence, her grey fur and unusual green eyes and teeth so pointy and sharp.
Her eyes gleam in excitement for the hunt, another howl ripples through her throat not long after followed by a chorus of more howls. She turns around to follow the noise leading her to her pack, the pack she runs and cares for. Unusual and rare for a female a wolf to run the pack, but she has proven her place and a place she will keep for a long time for her time is not soon to come.
the laundryWalking towards the room, her mind filled with joy. Caitlin had been waiting all day for this, the day seemed to drag on as if she didn't want to do this. A huge grin spreads across her face, excitement spreading through her veins and her eye twinkling of joy for her favourite activity .the laundry.
She steps into the room and looks at all the dirty clothes loitered across the floors, inhaling the intoxicating smell of the laundry room though it was tainted with the smell of dirty laundry. She picked it up gently so not to damage the material and place evermore so gently in the washing machine. She grabbed the cushion looking thing filled with the substance to wash away the dirt and placed it yet again gently in the machine than pouring a whole three bottles of fabric softner in to follow her motto "the more the softer and more pleasant and lustful against the skin and smell nicer too!!!". She shuts the lid of the laundry machine a moan of pleasure escaping her lips.
Now to wait t
we are...I am that girl you called a slut,
The girl you called fat and ugly,
The girl you said would never be good enough.
Leaving scars to never to heal.
I am that boy you laughed at,
The boy you called retarded and useless,
The boy you said was going to die a virgin.
Leaving a noose around my neck.
I am the girl you said was to fat,
The girl you couldn't tell if she was pregnant or fat,
The girl you said only ever has MacDonald's,
The girl you said was a disgrace to her family.
Too scared to eat and purging every day.
I am that boy you would shove,
The boy you would sneer out,
The boy you would bash every day,
The boy you convinced everyone to hate.
My family cry at my funeral for your words finally came true.
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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