dabslexia
You take so many dabs your brain short-circuits, and your words come out all scrambled and still somehow understandable, like you’re a broken printer that still prints legible text.
I said, ‘I’m going to eat, then I’m going to cry.’
My tweet was, ‘I’m happy, but also I’m sad, and I’m also hungry.’
I told my mom, ‘I love you, but I also hate you, and I want candy.’