168 hours ago, I was on top of the world. I had a successful date with a gal. I was looking forward to making the meetings my own personal circus like I've done so many times. I was really on top of the world. Then I had my heart played around with. I was in dispair. I was also hating my asperger's syndrome for making me socially inept and the fact I was in this weird religion. On Wed of that day, I decided to end it all. On the Teus before, I started talking with a gal. She seemed kinda cool. A bit funny. But cool. I told myself "Too bad I'm going to kill myself because this person's really cool".
Well, she talked to me long on Wed, and she was a major help in me saving my life. Another major help was a certian person on meetup that I won't mention due to the elders being stalkers. On saturday, me and the Meetup group hung out. The day after, me and the person who was "really cool" hung out and watched DVD's.
I never knew how sweet a person could be. How caring and understanding too. I knew that this person could be the one from the time we hung out together. A few hours later, it fell into place. We're now officially a couple.
168 hours ago, I was worried about the actions of a fickle woman, a disorder that hampers my social development and my indoctrinated family. 168 hours later, everything has changed and I found a person that understands my differences and who helped to save my life.
Life is funny.