dabslexia
You hit so many dabs your brain goes on vacation and your words come out all mixed up, but still make sense, like you’re telling a story but forgot the plot.
I said, ‘I’m going to school, but also I’m going to the moon.’
My text was, ‘I love you, but I also hate you, and I also want to eat.’
I told my friend, ‘I’m happy, but I’m also sad, and I’m also confused.’