Just Dallas.

having a brother with aspergers

my little brother was diagnosed with aspergers around the age of 3. im not blogging to say how sad i am, how id wish he get better, or when hell change. i have no room to judge.. (; aspergers, for those of you who dont know, is a slight form of autism. its more of an emotional disorder rather then a learning disorder. he has trouble controlling how he feels or what he says. he will say anything that comes to mind regardless if it upsets you or not. I remember one day i took him to wal mart with me to buy food or whatever.. anyways, there was this old nasty ass lady wearing booty shorts and a tank top. gross… well in my mind im thinking, “wow, thats disgusting.” but i dont say anything out loud. However, my little brother decides he wants to say to her, “you know you should cover that lose skin up and stop wearing young people clothes.”… this is why i love him. he says that stuff i wish i could scream at the people, but when he does, its socially acceptable. (:

the conversation i had with my ex last night, started as a serious talk

him- “dallas, i love you, but i cant help but love him.”

me- “what does he have that i dont?”

him-“idk, i dont quite know what it is.”

me- “i know what it is..”

him “what?”

me-“this dickkk!”

i have a problem with ruining the moment.