Some of my relatives and so does my mom think that I was diagnosed with autism when they saw me talking to myself in English.
"You shouldn't have put such pressure on her" - My aunt whispered with my mom, remembering about a bunch of my assignments.
"Who can even know..." - My mom sighs.
I was in the bathroom, washing my hair when they were standing nearby. Maybe they thought I can't have heard them so... well, the carried on talking about me.
Me, having autism? Diagnosed with autism? That was bullshit. I don't have autism, I don't have depression, humans. That was just how I practiced English, I can talk to my self for hours. I don't really care about what people think about me, I got used to that. It would be a waste of time when you care too much about your relative's, your friend's thoughts on you. Just be yourself.
Well, I didn't give a fuck.
Many people would talk about you all the time when they see you. But once you've gone to another place, they won't even think about you. That's just a way that most people would do to bother you, to hurt you, cause they hate you or... they don't have anything to do, maybe.
But I'm fancy, I'm fabulous. I don't need to care about what they say.
Haters are gonna hate, but I'm fancy with my fate.
Nah, I don't care at all.
Sunday morning.
10 : 40 AM
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