the cycle of needing to understand why someone hurt you is exhausting and so specifically neurodivergent. you analyze it from every angle, ask everyone you trust for their take, circle back to the same question over and over because the idea that cruelty can exist without a clear reason feels impossible to accept
Sometimes when I'm having a weird dream, I tell myself it's a dream and wake up instantly, other times, I let it play out curious to see how knowing it's a dream will affect events. I wonder how I'm able to do this.
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Sometimes I worry that I'll run out of things to write about. But then I remember that I don't write because I can; I write because I live.
My life fuels my thoughts, my thoughts fuel my words, and my words, in turn, shape the life I continue to live.
It's an unending cycle.