I'm not a hero for living autistic. I'm a person just like you. Just living my life.

I don't knowwhat I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything gettingin but also not letting anything out.

I can't speak anymore, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So many things to say. I wonder if you really want to hear it anyway?Instead, I leave my heavy mind exploding with unfinished thoughts.

Everyday feels the same and yet I crave sameness.Part of me wants to run away and be free.I feel trapped in my life I've created to protect myself.

She had not been herself for weeks, yet no one noticed. She knew this feeling, it creeps up like sliding slowly into the darkness. Some days she clung on, other days she let herself slip further.

I find some things difficult to grasp. I need to be shown or taught a few different ways sometimes before I figure it out

Please don't obsess on the number of friends i have or don't have. I'll find my own way, it will be right for me.

She became an illusion of herself. It was easier to cope with people that way

I tried to write how I felt. The pen remained frozen. The paper stayed white and empty, while my brain was dark and full

Being autistic does not mean I don't have empathy. Stereotypes are harmful. If anything I hyper feel everything and have to try to shut off to cope.

I'm an autistic girl. I have many years to grow. I'm going to rock my life. Just watch me shine

Develop a conscience to live by.

All souls have a body.

It's a good story, ' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.''Please, ' I said.And then he did.

So many people of wealth understand much more about making and saving money than about using and enjoying it. They fail to live because they are always preparing to live.

Confidence on the outside begins by living with integrity on the inside.

It's very rare to get a film script that has good dialogue. A lot of the time, you spend on film sets really fighting to find out how to say the words.

Men and words are ready made, and you, O Painter, if you do not know how to make your figures move, are like an orator who knows not how to use his words.

For me, music comes naturally. I always just get in the studio and I feel like, wow, this is my heaven.

You've got to keep reminding yourself of what's important.

To be unforgiving is like to drink poison and wait for someone else to die!! Rev. TD Jakes (have I said how much I love ya!)