My mom can't seem to understand that I'm so socially awkward that I'm pretty much afraid to talk to people on the phone. She keeps saying "Yes I do understand. The only way to get over your fear is to face it." like it's SO FUCKING SIMPLE. My god it's incredibly annoying. No, mom. You DON'T get it. Why not? Because you're not fucking autistic like me (though my autism is only mild). You don't get what I go through, how I feel. You think you know, but you don't. You fucking DON'T.
God fucking damn it. Sometimes I just want to scream at my mom that she doesn't understand, but I know that I won't be able to get it through her goddamn skull that the only way she could possibly understand what I go through is if she was me. Which she's not.
Fuck fuck fuck.
My dad's not any better. The racist, arrogant bastard ignores my existence unless I'm playing video games and he feels like kicking me off the TV so he can hog it all night.
I wish I could just pack up and leave. But alas, fate has conspire against me. I can't seem to get over my fear of driving, and I couldn't get a job even if I sold my fucking body.
I'm a useless waste of a life. Someone fucking kill me.
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