God I'm tired today. I was on the verge of tears during work. I'm fatigued, dizzy, overwhelmed, and frustrated that the expectations of my job are just so stupid. I wish I could find a way to explain what my situation feels like. Some form of art that gives the impression of what my daily struggles are like. After all, exhaustion, fatigued, *undiagnosed* those are all invisible. My legs don't stop working as a drag myself to my next lesson. My eyes don't turn red when the exhaustion clings and baits and grabs at my body pulling me down towards whatever seat is closest, even if that seat is the floor. All those around me see is a disinterested frown as they ask me questions. But in truth they can't tell my vision is pulsing in and out and the ringing in my ears is so strong I have a hard time hearing what they're saying. I just look like a bitch. Being autistic means I struggle with the way to explain how I'm feeling to people. And this, in and of itself, because some sort of mental inception, as explaining that it's difficult to explain myself becomes difficult. I have words to tell you, I just feel like they only make sense to me.