To anyone that has ever called anyone “too loud” or told someone to “use their inside voice” or said “you just dont know how to turn it down a couple of notches, huh?”
I would like you to, just for a moment, come home with me. I live alone. So for over 12 hours a day I hardly ever open my mouth. Unless I’m going to work where ‘apparantly’ I’m more boisterous then the average person. I’m sorry? I dont have a chance to talk to anyone for 90% of my day so I get everything that I can out while I can before falling back into silence.
I know I’m loud, please stop reminding me. I know I talk a lot, please stop reminding me. I know I constantly crack jokes, please stop reminding me.
I get it. I know.
You constantly saying how loud I am or pointing it out, whether in a joking manner or serious, takes a toll on me mentally. Believe me I would love to be a soft spoken person, but much to my dismay and clearly yours aswell, I’m not. So please
I love the emo genre music because it has a message. It not about being the hottest bitch at the club or stealing someone boyfriend cause you can. It has emotions and its relatable. It makes you sit back and think about everything that you’ve been through, why you’re feeling the way you’re feeling and it makes you feel for the artist. They didnt just right that because they think it’ll make them popular. They wrote it because they’re in pain or they’re angry or whatever they’re feeling at that time.
And for someone to say “I like so-and-so’s music but it all sounds the same, just some emo girl/guy whining about life.” Make it crystal clear that you not only dont understand what the artist is saying but you don’t sympathize with it at all. So please don’t patronize the music by calling it “whining”.
Ik this was really random but it came from a personal conversation and it just floored me that someone could say that.
I had the biggest panic attack of my life last night. It came out nowhere and lasted for at least 2-3 hours. I felt like I was drown and on the edge of death the entire time. Time ticked by so slowly I felt like I was floating in a pitch black ocean. Lights were blinding, noises were somehow unbearably loud but muffled. Nothing was helping. I contemplated calling my parents, my brother and then even 911 because I couldn’t catch my breath, I couldn’t calm down. My entire house was spinning, my chest was tight and my stomach wouldnt stop flipping. I screamed, I cried. My brain pounded against my skull like a prisoner. I smacked my self hard in the face as a way to bring myself back up to the surface for air, if only just for a moment. When I finally fell asleep, I blacked out.
This is what happens when you are missing you medication. When you fall, you fall hard.
