playing: TedLeo/Pharmacists

I’ve noticed this, it may or may not be true; We are not allowed to speak out about any mess we’re getting or gotten ourselves into without labelling ourselves as either ‘exaggerating,’ ‘dramatic,’ or ‘emo.’ There is a word limit, or a time limit, or a very small limit of some sort before the labels gets stamped on, and its hard to pull off. I really feel the limit sometimes, the claustrophobia, how there’s no room for me to do it without freaking out & wondering if I’m turning into someone I hate and driving everyone away.

There’s less and less room for this sort of nonsense now that the world’s desensitising themselves at such a crazy rapid rate. Nothing shocks us or holds our toleration for so long. And I know I shouldn’t drive myself crazy sometimes thinking of what people say about me when I’m not there, what they really think shrink-wrapped into a few blunt words. Not just anyone, only the loved ones, the ‘true measure of friends’ yakkity yak. I know I shouldn’t.

But it’s been a dazed night, and these feelings are a stupid one night stand.

(this is the part where I go to bed.)