I'm willing to pretend that my sky is blue, like yours, instead of the bright, glaring yellow it is, but please understand that I have to close my eyes every once and a while to keep me from going blind.
o0iella wrote:
There is an elastic wall that separates me from the rest of the world. It is transparent, so I can what it's like on the other side, and it stretches when I push against it, so I feel like I am progressing, but then it snaps back, and I return to the same place as before.
Beautifully written, and I can relate.
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I am not a textbook case of any particular disorder; I am an abstract, poetic portrayal of neurovariance with which much artistic license was taken.