I admire you my darling blue eyed boy, I truly do. It can not be easy to be you. You live in a world where your clothes feel like fiberglass and the smallest of tags feels like needles poking your skin over and over again. I can barely imagine having so many thoughts and things I wanted to say but not having the words to express them. It must be so extremely hard for you not to understand other’s emotions and how they feel. I could not imagine looking at your sister’s faces and not knowing they are happy; or seeing tears fall from their faces and not knowing they are sad. It must be so hard to seek deep pressure so badly that you will lay on your bed with 10 or more blankets piled upon you. I can only imagine how you feel when people call you dumb or retarded