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It’s too loud and I can’t see--which I mean in the most literal sense, that My grandfather’s voice is a pale grey-pink and
You know that feeling. When you're sitting there and you're not doing anything. And you start to zone out, but when you come back everything is all over the place and suddenly in your faceAnd your breathing gets loud
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me. It starts with the sounds around me. My teacher is talking. My classmates are whispering. I hear it all and it is so so loud. Then, I stim.
the spaces between buildings feel like commas if you’re not a writer bc you don’t think of writing like a living, try living like a writing