<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449210036575307148</id><updated>2024-09-06T16:54:22.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>us vs the world </title><subtitle type='html'>well I&#39;m Dylan I also go by Spike or Jacoby I&#39;m an artist-writer I love music I&#39;m part of a lot of groups my favourite is the LGTBQ  community I support the gay transgender bisexual pansexual  and many more I fully support them all I&#39;m also bipolar and autistic&#xa;&#xa;well thats me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449210036575307148/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881145975152088363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449210036575307148.post-3194477962693535438</id><published>2018-03-20T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-03-20T07:11:36.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference between us and the normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-486d3f65-43bf-3a05-2d56-a0b37ee60be9&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;The Difference Between the Autistic Side of the Spectrum vs the Normal Side of Society &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Now, I know what you&#39;re probably thinking. What do I know? Well, I’m autistic so I kinda know how the brain works. Many people think that most of us on the spectrum can’t really achieve most things. Well, I’m here to prove you wrong. We’re the mostly the same as any other kid In America. As intelligence goes, or people’s expectations for me, I’m above average. Now a lot of my friends that are autistic are different than me. We all have our pros and our cons. My strengths are speech, writing, acting, drawing, accents, and languages,  and my cons are that I suffer from depression and I’m bipolar. I am also different because I have different beliefs, or because of my music interest or the fact that I live in a different environment. Many people with autism experience anxiety, however, depression isn’t linked to the disorder. I’m here to show you that a kid can do anything if they put their time and energy into something. For example,drawing.  I practiced for 7 hours a day for 2 years and now the practice has paid off. I can draw just about everything. The point is, if you put in your time and use patience you can accomplish anything. Don’t judge people because of their disabilities. For all you know, &amp;nbsp;they could be some mastermind and you’re judging. Those judgments could be ruining a defenseless innocent child. Don’t be a jerk and be grateful that you&#39;re not dealing with autism. I’m telling you right now, I&#39;ve been through a lot of crap in my life and in the end I don’t really care what people think. At the end of the day, I’m the same as you and many others in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Pinyon Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Dylan Muller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3194477962693535438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-difference-between-us-and-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449210036575307148/posts/default/3194477962693535438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449210036575307148/posts/default/3194477962693535438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-difference-between-us-and-normal.html' title='the difference between us and the normal'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881145975152088363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449210036575307148.post-3045288605675654147</id><published>2018-01-19T09:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2018-01-19T09:16:57.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated story of my life </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;p1&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;The story of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;By Dylan Muller&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;I’d like to thank my mom all my friends and family and the other people that influenced me to write&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First, I’d just like to thank you for listening to me and actually paying attention. Most people don’t do that for me these days. It all started 16 years ago on Dec. 12, 2000. It seems like only yesterday that I was 3 years of age. Those were the good days. I was young, and innocent, nothing in my way, just living life. God, I wish I could go back&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and be little forever. I didn’t have as many problems as I have today. I wasn’t&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;bipolar, I didn&#39;t have a girlfriend, and I didn’t have any drama going on. I was, however being abused. At age 8, everything changed. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From years 8 to 10, my life was completely changed. Everything was horrible. I was in my room all of the time. My mom was a single mom, working three jobs. She did have a boyfriend that lived with us. He didn’t help out and was very abusive.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Those were the toughest years for us.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, my mom kicked him out.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I swear its been a really big rollercoaster. When I was around 10, my mom met my step dad Jim. They have been together ever since. Those two are good together and I hope they stay together.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, the teen years haven’t been so good for me. I’ve been in and out of hospitals for a couple of years now. It started with cutting and led to an attempted suicide. At 15, I was diagnosed as bipolar. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My last couple of visits were my last, hopefully, because I’ve got a new prospective on life and I’m much happier than I was 4 years ago. I’m achieving honor roll. I’m a solid A and B student. Although, many people have come and gone, like my grandma and a few of my friends from elementary school, I have learned to deal with it.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve lost just about everything and gained some of it back. One significant loss was my great dane, Attila. I got him at age 9 1/2. He was my best friend for 7 years. I had my Attila; he was my everything. I&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;didn’t need a girlfriend,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had him. He was the only thing that made me happy. He died of bloating, unfortunately.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I may have had some losses, but I’ve also had some gains. Lucy my pit bull came into my life when I was 12. She’s the sweetest thing. She was only like 1 week old when we got her and, boy, its been a rough 5 years. She’s my little goat. She destroys just about everything, but I still love her. My mom’s always been a cat lady which&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;is why we have 6 cats named Norman,Dude, Esmerelda, Aphrodite,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cheesy Poof, and, the newest family member, Joe Biden.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He is something else, I swear. He is very obnoxious, not chill at all, but lets get back to my family. Christina is the most entertaining person I know. She also happens to be my mother. She’s a very hard worker and the most influential person that I know. She always told me to never give up and to keep doing what I love. She’s taught me so much in the 16 years that I’ve been alive. I’m so glad I have her in my life. She’s kept me out of trouble so many times and I never thanked her once, but that’s gonna change. Even though I may not like her all of the time, she’s still my mom and I love her even when she pisses me off. She took care of me when my father didn’t. In addition to my mom, I have one brother. He’s a real piece of work, I swear. I remember when he was smaller than me and less mean, but that changed. He’s one of the reasons I’m the way I am right now. He’s just like his dad. He abuses me, hits me, and tells me what to do and he’s only 13. He’s very smart and very chill when you’re on his good side or else he’s really stubborn to deal with. I love my brother even though he really gets on my nerves I still care about him a lot. He’s really all I got besides some friends that consider me as their brother, but other than that I only have him. I do have my step dad James/Jim. He’s a pretty laid back and nice guy. I’m glad my mom found him. He’s taught me so much about life and about nature.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He’s the closest thing I have to a father.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have a lot of friends. They come and go a lot, but I’ve learned to deal with it. On social media I went from 4,500 friends to 4,036 friends in a month. In the past there were a lot of hate comments from my so called friends.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since then, I’ve been very skeptical about all of my friends and wondering if my friends are really my friends.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A wise man once told me, “life’s too short for people’s crap.” I hate ignorant people very much. I don’t want to be ignorant. I was, till my ex told me that I will not go anywhere if I continue to be the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; One reason that I’m writing this is to prove myself worthy of people, especially to my brother and my family. I will do anything to prove myself worthy. I have done some things in my life when I wasn’t thinking, but now I am I’m much more clear. Another wise man once said, “There’s nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home.”&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Shit that’s my life,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;for you guy’s thank you all for listening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3045288605675654147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/2018/01/updated-story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449210036575307148/posts/default/3045288605675654147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449210036575307148/posts/default/3045288605675654147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://spike1212blog.blogspot.com/2018/01/updated-story-of-my-life.html' title='updated story of my life '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881145975152088363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449210036575307148.post-6032311351895167457</id><published>2018-01-11T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2018-01-11T10:37:17.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;p1&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;‘Dylan, Jacoby, spike, mr Manson Lucifur Lucy-fur&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Okay. Let&#39;s start by introducing ourselves I’m Jacoby.. “Everyone Hi Jacoby” hi ya doin I’m Dylan... I&#39;m spike&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“hi Dylan and Jacoby everyone&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;hello I’m doctor Rodriguez and welcome to psychotherapy I&#39;ve noticed you all have the same issues you crazy humans are something else I swear I, unfortunately, am not human I’m an alien&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Jacoby Wait your an alien??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Mr. Manson yes a bloody alien&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“spike and who the fuck are you supposed to be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“sir Manson I’m an artist from London and I’m here to teach you stupid fucking humans to be little suckas now shut up and pat attention&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“dr Rodriguez Mr. Manson I advise you to leave or face me&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“haha and what exactly are you going to old man ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“dr Rodriguez well at the snap of my fingers you will disappear so I’m giving you one last warning to leave&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Mr. Manson Make me you old piece of crap&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Dr. Rodriguez snaps his fingers and mr masons disappears&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Mr. Manson where the hell am I&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“hahaha&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Mr. Manson the hell&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Hey, you in the black..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Mr. Manson who are you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“well I am Lucifer and your in my world now you should have listened to the old man…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“mr Manson what!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;“Lucifur well tough luck butter cup your stuck here till you learn to respect your fellow peers&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;By Dylan Muller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;I’d like to thank my mom all my friends and family and the other people that influenced me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;It all started 16 years ago on Dec 12 12 2000 It was only yesterday that I remember being 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;years of age those were the good days. I was young and innocent nothing ahead of me just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;living life god I wish I could go back and be little forever I didn&#39;t have as many problems as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;have today. I wasn’t bipolar I didn&#39;t have a girlfriend I didn&#39;t have any drama going on and I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;being abused until age 8 then everything changed. but first now I’d just like to thank you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;listening to me and actually paying attention most people don’t do that for me these days. now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;enough rambling off to me from ages 10 to now from 10 to 16 I swear it&#39;s been a really big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;rollercoaster my mom met my stepdad, Jim, 7 years ago. they have been together ever since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;then I&#39;ve been in and out of the hospitals for a couple of years now. my last couple of visits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;were my last hope because I&#39;ve got a new perspective on life and I’m much happier than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;was 14 years ago. I’m achieving honour roll I’m a solid A student I&#39;ve met so many people that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;have come and gone like my grandma a few of my friends from elementary school. but it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;whatever people come and go in life so you know deal with it its harder for people It isn’t hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;for me at all. I&#39;ve lost just about everything and gained some of it back I almost forgot my great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dane got him at age 9/12 he was my best friend he lasted 7 years.. he died of bloating,&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt; unfortunately. he was my best friend most people had studied animals I had my Attila he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;my everything I didn&#39;t need a girlfriend I had him he was the only thing that made me happy and I may have had a few girlfriends. but no one could Top him then after 3 years Lucy my pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;bull came Into my life she’s the sweetest thing she was only like 1 week old when we got her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;and boy its been a rough 5 years she’s my little goat. she destroys just about everything but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;still love her my moms always been a cat lady which is why we have 6 cats named Norman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Dude Ezmerelda Aferdity Poof. and the newest family member Joe Biden he is something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;I swear he is very obnoxious not chill at all But lets get back to my family my mom is the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;entertaining person I know. who happens to be my mother she’s very hard worker the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;influential person that I know she always told me to never give up to keep doing what I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;she’s taught me So much in the 16 years I&#39;ve been alive. I’m so glad I have her in my life she’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;kept me out of trouble so many times I never thanked her once but that’s gonna change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;because I may not like her she’s still my mom and I love her even when she pisses me off I still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;love her she took care of me when my father dint and where ever you are Dad I hope you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;this and think to yourself why did I do this. because I grew up without a father just like every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;other kid on the face of the earth next on is my brother. he’s a real piece of work I swear I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;remember when he was smaller than me and less mean but of course everyone changes for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;reason. he’s the reason I’m the way I am right now he’s just like his dad he abuses me he hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;me he tells me what to do and he’s only 13. he’s very smart and very chill when you’re on his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;good side or else he’s really stubborn to deal with or else I love my brother even though he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;really gets on my nerves I still care about him a lot. he’s really all I got besides some friends that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;consider me as their brother but other than that I only have him then comes my stepdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;James/Jim. he’s a pretty laid back guy he vapes I guess it’s better than what he was doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;before he used to smoke me and my mom kept nagging at him for smoking he’s a very nice guy. I’m glad my mom found him he’s taught me So much about life and about nature he’s the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;closest thing I have to a father. then we have my friends I don’t have much of them they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;and go a lot but I&#39;ve learned to deal with it because I&#39;ve gone to 4,500 friends to 4,036 friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;in a month. and a lot of hate comments from my so-called friends and lately I&#39;ve been very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;skeptical about all my friends. and how much of my friends are really my friends a wise man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;once told me life’s too short for people’s crap also if anyone asks I hate ignorant people very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;much. I mean come on ignorant people will most likely not succeed in life because they are too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;damn focused into being an asshole that they don’t even realize it. how I know these things I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;was that kind of person till my ex told me that I will not go anywhere if I continue to be the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;I am. but you know what I have thought about this I’m writing this to prove myself worthy of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;people because they are my brothers my family and I will do anything to prove myself worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;the time when I did all the crap I did in my life wasn’t thinking but now I am I’m much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;clear. on life a wise man once said its nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;The difference between the autistic side of the spectrum vs the normal side of society &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Now, I know what your probably thinking. What do I know? Well I’m autistic so I kinda know how the brain works. Most of us can’t really achieve most things. Well I’m here to prove you wrong. were the same as a normal kid In America. I’m above average. now a lot of my friends that are autistic are different than me. we all have our pro’s and our cons. mine are speech, writing, acting, drawing, accents, and languages,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and my cons are that I suffer from depression, and I’m bipolar. I am also different because I have different beliefs. Or because of my music interest or the fact that I live in a different environment&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nine times out of ten autistic kids will not likely be able to achieve the things I can do or have the same issues I have. However, I’m here to show you that a kid can do anything if they put their time and energy into something. For example drawings I practiced for 7 Hours a day for 2 years and now the practice has paid off. I can draw just about everything the point is if you put your time and patience you can accomplish anything. if you put your mind to it what I’m trying to say here is don’t judge people because of their disabilities for all you know they could be some mastermind and your judging and ruining a defenseless innocent child don’t be a Jerk&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and be grateful your different because I’m telling you right now iv’e been through a lot of crap in my life and in the end I don’t really care what people think because at the end of the day I’m the same as you and many others in this world oh I almost forgot if you think that kids on the spectrum are the same as kids of the spectrum your certainly mistaken we have learning disabilities and you guys don’t&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;doesn’t mean you can treat us like crap&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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