My thought processes are strange

[feygan]

I posted a comment on someone's blog, then decided not to share the post on my Twitter.
I write stories well, but in a live conversation I come across as a complete airhead.
Sometimes I think that I might have Aspbergers, but honestly, who the hell cares?
I wake up in the morning like normal people.
I go to sleep at night.
If there's something going on in my head, why should anyone else care?
Unless I'm violent, my mental state should be between me and my mental health care professional.
What gives anyone the right to judge me?
Ignore my clothes.
Ignore my fat.
Ignore the way I talk.
Ignore my shyness.
Ignore the way I always wear a hat.
I think, therefore I am.
My feelings are true and valid.
I don't want everyone in the world to know how weird I am.
I don't want to live and die alone, and yet I crave my solitude.
I regret without being regretful.
I don't share my every thought on Twitter.
Just most of them.