I seriously, legitimately believed I had the soul of a dragon up until recently. Now I don’t know what I am, but it probably at least bears some resemblance to a dragon and is certainly not even close to human. Something with bat like wings on it’s back, a good bit of tail, and ears that are sort of catlike but are located a little way down the side of the head and are narrower at the base and easy to tuck against the head during flight.
And no, I don’t use that to try to explain away my autistic traits or anything, I’m definitely autistic as well. And just plain weird for no discernible reason.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"