3:45am June 7, 2014

It’s rare that writing something makes me feel… cleaner.

But I Am Not A Word-Fish makes me feel like there was this rage I had, and I couldn’t express it, and I couldn’t explain why I was so enraged about it, and now I finally have.  It’s one of the most important things I’ve written recently, just in terms of expressing experiences I’ve had in life.  I hope anyone who reads it will quit finding ways to shoehorn me into their definitions of ‘gifted’, and understand why that label makes me want to vomit, no matter what privileges came with it when I still had it (which I haven’t, since at least age 15).  More on that later.  Yes, I understand it helps some people to be so labeled.  It almost killed me.  You can’t make me happy about it and I don’t want you to try.

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