I really think I'm autistic or something.
Well, my brain is quite obviously damaged. Unbalanced. What ever the word of the decade is...
Not being able to put things into words makes it difficult to ask questions. Which makes it difficult to get answers, and to answer questions.
I sound like the Sphinx from Mystery Men now.
I think and feel visually. I have a visual memory.
I want to take photos of everything and put them everywhere.
A photo is like a sentence to me.
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