Not sad posting, but I feel like a volcano bird-alone, disconnected. Strandedness feels normal, but its not. Youre coddled, loved, while I fight autism alone in expensive places, no family. Its unfair. Ive leaped further than you, despite your apathy.

Drugs legal, jobs gone, yet I keep going, seizing chances. Ate sardines, noodles with eggs-it wasnt what it seemed. You dont care, laugh at my pain, or deny I exist. My hellos vanish. I want you to feel this, though its wrong. It hurts.