"so, something i like to do is just walk around my house, music blaring through my headphones, and come up with ideas for stories. the music helps me imagine it first, then as i go on, i get more and more detailed and interested in my own story."
16 years back, cicadas start screaming through the walls. 16 years today, they're doing so again.
i have a hard time hearing it, but oh well. people told me i was really lucky. not for not hearing the shrieks of the bugs outside, but for other reasons too. not hearing the crazy drunkards screaming in front of an apartment building, or a 7/11. (cicadas included)
i also can't see too well. i'm not blind per say, i'm just kinda blurry. same thing for hearing. i can hear stuff, just badly.
it wasn't like this forever, mind you. just for a while. it's just been like this for a while. :)
you know, despite the fact that i can't hear really loud and annoying noises most of the time, i still hear the sound of a nail being pounded into a plank of wood; or something like that.
maybe i just have religious trauma. :^
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Paranormalidk yet this is still a wip lol despite the cover, this isn't an mcyt fanfic, though the characters names aren't really specified so far, so you can imagine it as such. i don't judge lmao this could trigger *derealization the farther i progress in t...
