You know when I met people on here it was wonderful. They cared for me though I never asked for it and honestly didnât want it. I let them in because I wanted to be normal to have internet friends because my life I made friend that the did loved me but they pitty me. Poor autisms girl that thinks like a dog...
I actual thought I could make friends on here...
Until they got into the evil of politics and being racist to others whom thought differently.....
Those who attack those without hearing them out....
People being sensitive for NO reasons of things that means nothing, while others may have it worse and wont seeing their side.
I did loved those people, it was awful I had to push them away because they were toxic.
The funny thing was... when they said they wanted to hear my voice. Liked to hear my life.... is the day that they all hated me.
I didnât fit in their cult.
Their sickness.
Itâs awful that my disabilities that others didnât understand or pitty me... was nothing compared to them making me feel like a monster....Â
where they were the monsters....
I really miss my dad.
He worked so hard, fought for me that he loved me to get the people to help me to speak, helped me to read, helped me be something more... He loved me so much that his hard work... working at a hard job.... ruined his body and he died because of me... He could have gave me away to the state but.... They would never do no where close what my father did. only one percent of fatherâs would.
In the end I did make three good friends on here I still care for. Toby and Kritha. lost in touch a bit but chat once in a while.
Dinkysnake. Dinky who had it worst who care here to help me after my fatherâs death. who I stood up to this other so call friends bulling her. Dinky is the person that means to be a true friend.