When I see myself, I don't see a face; I see a blur of someone who I was. I don't know who I am or how I feel with myself. I feel so not hollow but lack comfort in myself. I'm so lost yet I'm so sure on what I am and what I want to be when I'm gray and old. I know I want to be successful and to be so proud of what I have done; yet I have no idea on what I'm doing with my time. I know for a fact that I'm lying to myself but I don't know what I believe in when it comes to my autism or my own mental health issues.
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PuisiHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
