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But he didn’t shoot the deputy!

I do not drink, I do not smoke, and I do not do drugs.

(Well technically, I do drugs because I'm taking three prescriptions.)

The hardest person I know is my mother. Out of all of those giant men I've seen, she's put up with the most and endured it all. Those short dangerous things are nothing compared to that day to day struggle, which she's had as long as I've known her. She's had to do everything herself, without any help at all and no one offering it. She has that independence and determination that kept her going through it all, and still does.

She's my hero.

I hate conflict so much, especially among two people i really love.

I kind of like the smell of bleach.

The medications I take are probably worse than ethanol, smoking and many illicit drugs in reality. I don't like conflict either, and it's almost never needed; I blame myself for any involving me, as I figure I should be able to fix it, and I feel I caused it all. This is another one of those things where real life is a little different with me, which might make me a pushover when it comes to non-serious things. Just those things you learn to do to avoid that pain.

My best attempt at physically hiding was during some games involving these things. Someone tasked with finding people tripped over me and kept on going, thinking I was "natural". I got a black eye from that one due to the boot to the face. I don't like talking about accomplishments, but that'd be about as good as you can get when it comes to hiding.

I always fear things I'll say will end up hurting others, ruining things, but also bringing pain back from bad people, so I dislike talking about anything at all other than offering comfort to others. Combine that with autism, and...yeah. I also feel shame and dislike for myself when I talk aloud.

Which probably seems odd with how much I can talk online, and it's the same thing to me. I keep on walking regardless of setbacks. My face is really goddamn sore, but I keep on doing things. That's my strength. Stubbornness or something.

Another thread I'm spamming, but it's cool.

The Federal government officially lists my birth date differently than the one I was born on going by the certificate (same year and month though). Not a typo as numerals are entirely different for that to happen. So, I technically have two dates of birth. Which is strange in its own right (both I need to use for different things). I have no idea how this mistake happened, but it's there and the Federal government swears they're right even though the certificate is approved in State matters. I just go with the certificate one, as that's what my mother says is the correct one.

Kinda odd.

I left my childhood Catholic church five years ago because I could not tolerate
the hatred members of the congregation directed at me & my family.

I quickly joined a nearby Catholic church & have been happy ever since.

I always look for anything I write that can be interpreted how I don't mean it to, and I remove it if I find such; I always carefully choose my words when speaking for the same reason. I'm funny like that. The eggshell brick road of the psychopath makes life like that.

I deserve more money.

moi aussi.