The music was so loud. I had it on earphones, which made it even louder. I wanted it loud, as loud as possible without blowing my brains out, but it was still too loud. But I did not turn it down. It drowned everything else. Just some sounds, and heavy music, and yelling voices. LOUD. It was like magic, how it drowned everything out.
It was too loud. After sometime, I felt nauseated by the loudness. I felt like throwing up. This is how loud it was. It was like a white-hot wave of fury rushing through my head. But I kept on.
Then when I ran out of my stock of loud, yelling music, I turned off the thing, and stayed up the rest of the night.
I can assure you of one thing with absolute authority. Whoever you are, you are not the stupidest person on earth. If you feel, for some reason, that you are, don’t worry, you’re not. I’ve just been in something that has made me hit bottom. You cannot be stupider than that.
This wasn’t the plan, though.
But that’s part of the reason why I am so stupid.