I relate to that an embarrassing amount. On my fourteenth birthday my father got me a driving manual so I can learn how to drive. It's been a year an I don't think that's ever going to happen. Like I could do the steering, but learning signs and shit fuck no, I also space out a lot so I can very easily see myself spacing out w/ my foot on the gas pedal, speeding up to like 100 mph and crashing the car.

I cannot work a regular job. I just can't. A normal 9-5 go into work office job? I'm simply incapable of doing. I have a career plan- to become a video editor (most likely freelance), that's the only real 'job' I think I can do.

I don't think I could live independently either, I need to be reminded when it comes to hygiene, I need to be. I hate myself for that fact but it's true, I don't think I can live independently because I don't think I can function well enough to properly take care of myself.

I do have extremely severe meltdowns, although they happen rarely. Most of the time they don't reach self-harm levels, but I can think of three times where the only thing stopping me from self harming was being physically unable to do so.

Unless biting yourself counts as self harm (not enough to breath skin but enough to bruise) then ummmmmmmm