Rambles

So me saying I'm weird with touch, that's not true.

I love hugs.

I love high fives, I love handshakes, I love like, put my arm around somebody and vice versa.

It was also me just sort of falling on my sword and being like, I don't want to make this a big deal.

So, hey, everyone, I'm weird with touch.

Will that be enough for you to not grab my ass at a workplace?

I had always dealt with ADHD as myself and friends, not with a relationship.

And I was, like, in bed researching it.

And it was, like, column for column exactly how we both felt.

And we just cried.

We just held each other and cried.

Some of the things that we say to one another, like certain things that just stick.

I'm like, Mom, used to call us ugly.

She said, I never said that I said, y'all were funny looking.

Ory, we going to Australia?

Or no, that's not.

I'm going to eat a koala.

No, that's, no, you can't.

Oh, you can't eat koala?

I'm going to throw him on a beast.

This is crazy

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