
Like I’m pretty sure he’s also autistic but like the opposite kind. My body is still upset, I can feel my toes curling as tight as possible. I PUT ON FUCKING MAKEUP AND FOR WHAT!? Also like if anything we should go somewhere since the toilet broke bc I might have to go soon, but somewhere chill/ quiet/ lowkey in case his mom ACTUALLY calls back while we’re out. THIS IS WHY TEXTING FUCKING EXISTS.