I woke up to a light coming through my window. I closed my eye's, just trying to get some rest because I was still tired due to a restless night the night before.

At around nine thirty, I turned on the computer. I headed to my safe haven: The iCarly wikia. I had friends there, like Holy Chiz and many others.

But I remembered bad things happening to me there, too. So I only stayed on for a little while. Then, I watched The Glee Project on the computer.

My mom passed my door. "Are you watching that without me?" She had seemed so busy before, and I didn't want to bother her, even though I knew that she had wanted to watch it.

She hopped next to me in my bed, and said more words that made me feel bad about myself for not telling her I was watching it. She made me go back to the beginning.

Later that day, I posted the final chapter to a fictionpress story I had been working on for a while. It was my first horror story and I wanted to see how it went.

It didn't. Not long after I posted it, I found myself crying in the bathroom because of a ridiculously long flame. I've had people tell me I was a bad writer before, but that was a mean girl who just didn't like people doing better than her. This time, it felt real.

I found myself crying in the bathroom, a mess.

You may wonder why I am acting this way. Why I do this. "Just get over it" you may say, or "Unrealistic". But this is realistic, because it is what happened this is my morning.

I'm going to tell you my life, through my eye's. Why I cried, and how I will cry more. I will bring you through things that pain me, and my HSP.

Through nobody's understading for an autistic girl, my strive to be someone else, the people Who I thought were my friends.

They're all here.

And you are going to sit back and listen. Because I have never been heard before.