so like
some days i have doubts about whether i Really Am Autistic, since i never did get formally diagnosed or anything, and i’m So High Functioning (eyeroll) and all that crap.
and other days are like today, where after EIGHTEEN YEARS, first of living in and then regularly visiting the house my parents bought when I was fifteen
after EIGHTEEN YEARS
i finally figured out how you’re supposed to close the door to the shower stall.
because it is a sliding glass door, BUT IT DOES NOT WORK THE WAY SLIDING GLASS DOORS ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK.*
these days are not doubting days. XD
Kimchi and Justice 