

I am schizoaffective and autistic/ADHD with PTSD. I know I’m neurodivergent. Thank you, ninetieth billionth person to tell me I am a displeasure to be around by my innate nature. Thank you for reminding me that I’m retarded. That sure helps. No. Like, I appreciate you. I have to portray this autobiographical character as performance art to help vocalize the sociological effect people like you have on the wounded masses. People get fucked up in life. Shit happens. People fall off the wagon and become unlike yous. All of yous. And it’s cool you’re normal, but it’s cool to be different, too. You may be well intentioned, but the approach you take can still trigger some people on the fringe. This is why I do my art this way so I can say these things. Thank you for caring, but this genuinely isn’t caring. It’s putting sociological pressure on people, because there’s lurkers who will see these broadcasts we’re making cough and this is my God-given n state-sponsored mission, k?

I choose to be me despite how much you despise me, child. I love you, why tf don’t you love me? You can say anything that is purely you. I have to hide myself so you don’t crackiliate yourself into dorbish purteprid. I love you. Why does my natural existence cause you to treat me this way? Cuz I would never do what you do to me. I just speak boogie boogie boo, and that’s enough to offend you. Please be better, for all our sakes. Thank you.